"I still don't understand why we have to leave..." I say as I seal another box, filled with my old life. My father looks at me with a warning glance, saying everything I need to know.
Texas would be good for us. The education is better, good job opportunities, family. I've heard it all a million times, I understand. Or at least, that's what I say. I don't have a say otherwise, but this is better for me. Right now, my dad knows what's good for me. Right now.
"I'm slowly suffocating, I hate being fourteen. I don't want to leave but that doesn't matter. In less than three hours I'll be in the cab of that stupid, sky high Penske truck, stuck with a suffocating (but loving, none-the-less.) father, and a lunatic brother. (Also loving.) They don't understand who I am, and my father can't seem to fathom why I would want to stay.
"Oh, you mean the place where I grew up??? You mean the place that I almost know inch by inch? This is my home... That may not mean much to you, but to me? I'm suppose to stay here... Grow old here... And sometimes I begin to wonder... At one point, dad. Did you think that too?"
I snap out of my flashback to this morning, before anyone woke up. I've always loved being the only one awake. I made an entry in my journal, fueled with frustration, but not focusing on it as much as I would've liked to. I had no energy left for that, and it was no use.
One way or another, I was moving to Texas. My repeated motion of: wrap the glass decoration, put it in the box. Confirmed that statement as truth. The kitchen was next, and was the last room left. Saved for last because of the perishable goods stored in the fridge. But when I walked in the room, Shawn already had the kitchen packed and he was heading towards the truck. I guess my brother was in just as big a hurry as my father was... Figures.
"Willow!" Skylar and Ashley. My twins! My girls! They wanted to come help with the last things... It's so hard saying goodbye to them. They have been the rocks in my life, such amazing friends. Such amazing people.
"TWINESS!" I slid to the front door and let the twins in, along with their Momma. That's what I call her, Momma. She's a good lady, takes care of the twins.
"We didn't know when to come over so... We're here now..." I love Skylar, she's so quiet but strong, and I wish I would be here to beat the bloody mess out of people that will try to hurt her.
"That's alright, you're right on time guys. We're just packing up the last few boxes, and taking them out to the truck." Last few boxes. After all this time it still hasn't hit me. But in thirty minutes the boxes are in the back of the Penske, our van is loaded onto the trailer, and I'm saying goodbye to my beloved friends.
"I'm gonna call you, all the time! and there's Facebook, Twitter, we still use Quotev, all the time..." Blah, blah, blah... Oh, I carried on. Trying to delay our departure, their departure.
"I love you guys." I said, holding back tears. That same feeling in my throat that has been there for months, the tight sadness and paralyzing fear, of leaving.
"We love you, you know that. You can always come back, you know you're always welcome Willow." They all say, in one way or another. They had a habit of doing that. All saying the same thing, in different ways. But that's one of the reasons I love them so much.
With that, they left. Drove off before we did. And I don't blame them.
Who wants to see their best friend drive off, for... Who knows how many years. In the biggest yellow moving twinkie known to man?
