Falling For My Ex-Best-Friend

Chapter Seven

The rest of the day passes by in a blur, and before I know it, the final bell rings. As I walk out of school, I can't help but feel a sense of finality.

This is the last time I'll be walking out of these doors, the last time I'll be seeing these familiar faces. I take a deep breath and try to hold back my tears.

When I get home, my mom is already packing boxes.

I try to help her, but every time I pick up a picture or a book, the memories flood back, and I have to put it down. We work in silence until my mom breaks it.

"Mia, I know this is hard for you, but I promise it will get better. We'll adjust to this new life, and who knows, maybe it will be better than the old one."

I look at her, trying to believe her words, but it's hard.

All I can think about is how much I'm going to miss my friends, my school, my life. But I can't dwell on that. I have to focus on the future, on the new opportunities that await us.

The next few days are a blur of goodbyes and packing. We have a going-away party with our closest friends, and I try to hold back my tears as I hug them each one last time.

I promise to keep in touch, but I know deep down that it won't be the same.

On the morning of our departure, I wake up early, the weight of the move heavy on my chest. I get dressed and head downstairs, where my mom is making breakfast.

She looks up at me and smiles, trying to be optimistic. "

Are you ready?" No, not really but I nod my head anyway. We finish breakfast in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. After we clean up, we load our bags into the car and drive to the airport.

As we wait for our flight, I try to fight back the tears. Everything feels so final, so permanent.

But I know there's no turning back. I take a deep breath and try to push the thoughts from my mind.

When we finally board the plane, I take my seat by the window and stare out at the clouds.

The plane takes off, and I feel a sense of weightlessness as we ascend into the sky. I close my eyes and try to imagine what our new city will look like, what our new house will be like.

 Maybe this move will be a good thing, like my mom says.