A Driving Love

Chapter 1

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~Yanna

"But Margret, I don't want to go," I grumbled to my social worker. "I've never even met her, can't you find someone else who can take me in? I mean I'll be out of school in another 1 1/2 years," I sighed just thinking about moving from the beautiful city I grew up in.

"Hun, you know we can't, your aunt is the only other living family member that you have. I'm really sorry but you don't really have a say in the matter. I'll be back tomorrow so be ready with your things, I'm giving you time to finish up here," Margret says. She has a sad look on her face, she knows just what I'm going through. While she didn't loose a mother, she lost a best friend, and I know it sucks all the same. I give her a hug and say bye as she walks out the door.

Margret has been around my family for some time now, seeing as she was my mom's best friend. They went to high school and college together, and she would come over every Sunday night for our family dinner. She was like an aunt to me, so I've basically known her my entire life. But now, as I watch her retreating frame, she is not only one of the only family members I have left, but my social worker placing me into a stranger's home.

I sigh as I look around my apartment, it didn't feel as though my parents were dead, it felt like they were going to come through the door at any moment asking me how my day was. Although, I knew that that was never going to happen, they were gone and never coming back.

I felt the sting of tears brimming my eyes and I quickly wiped them away, I knew that if I started crying I would not be able to stop. So pushing the sad thoughts away, I went into my room to pack up my life. Putting the memories into the boxes brought on a deep sense of depression, I was leaving my beautiful city and the people I've come to know, and love.

The next morning I wake up and feel the same deep sadness washing over me. "Today is the day," I thought to myself. I looked at the clock next to my bed, 10:45. Sighing, I got up and went through my daily routine: taking a shower, picking out clothes and eating breakfast. By the time I was finished, I still had time to spare, so I decided I would take a walk to clear out my thoughts. I didn't want to call any of my friends because i had already told them goodbye last week, and i didn't want to bring up old wounds. I just walked around my building some, deeply inhaling forcing the city's air into my lungs; I never wanted to forget this place.

A few hours later, I was back at the apartment, re-showered, and waiting with my bags by the door. I kept glancing at the clock that was winding down to 3, and my stomach was in knots. About 15 minutes before Margret was supposed to be here, my mind started to come up with a thousand thoughts a minute, "what is she doesn't like me? What if she's rude? How come we've never met? What am I going to do about school?" By the time 3 o'clock came by my mind was reeling with what ifs and different scenarios, I could feel my stomach churning.

A little after the specified time, Margret showed up and began picking up my bags. "We only have a limited amount of time before the plane arrives so we need to get going," she said as she scurried out the door, suitcases in hand.

I picked up my remaining bags and made my way to the elevator, I knew that this was going to be a long day. As the taxi zoomed past the city I grew up in, I could feel a wave of nostalgia washing over me, this was the last time I would be here, the last time moving past the different neighborhoods and parks and little shops that i grew up around zooming right past us. I could feel a lump forming in my throat.