The Mirror Coal [Ryan Higa/ Ryden]

The Last Day

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock rang as my eyes bolted open. I tapped the snooze button on my phone, giving myself at least 15 minutes of sleep...But I couldn't even sleep when I tried. There was only one thing stuck in my mind, which was school. Again, the alarm clock could only mean one thing...school. But this time, it's different. It isn't an ordinary school day. It's my last day of school in Florida.

Not only is this my last time being with the friends I've made since pre-school throughout the many years I've lived in Florida, but the most influential individuals and role models such as my teachers or coaches who have helped me through my whole life would also be gone. And by gone, I don't mean literally, but we all know distance kills. Especially friendships and relationships.

"RYAN! Come down, breakfast is ready, you're going to be late!," my mom calls from the downstairs kitchen.

"Alright mom!" I shouted to her. After I got ready, I made my way downstairs. One thing that stood in my mind this week was the question that's been on my mind since I was a child. Am I adopted? I never asked them, mainly because I'm also afraid to find out. 

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"He went to work early today so we could leave for Nevada earlier." mom answered.

Mom asked me how I felt about changing schools, especially for my senior year. She noticed my grim expression.

"Cheer up Ryan, it's a Friday!" she chants.

"Yeah, my last Friday of my social life." I sighed.

But I was quite blunt; I told her how I felt this was unreasonable, how dad could've waited another year for the job transfer, and out of all 50 states, I kept questioning why he chose Nevada. We'll be in the middle of no where, and I'm not too fond of Las Vegas. But it's not Las Vegas, it's Henderson. Same thing, mom.

I also told her I did not want to make new friends, and it would be very difficult to make new friends, especially because I'm so used to being around the friends I've made since pre-school. Along with that, I'm a senior! I only have so much time left. I was also sad to leave my basketball coach, as he's helped me through my high school years. But what choice do I have?

I begged her if I could stay with our relatives, and continue my school courses here, in Florida; but of course, she said no, as expected. I assure you Ryan, you're going to make a lot of friends. The school your going to has great reviews on the students and facility members. Thanks mom, that made me feel so much better.

My parents have such high expectations of me since I'm an only child. I'm expected to continue with basketball and good grades, and I must transfer to a UC school since it's so close to Nevada. Stress.

It was almost time to go. After I finished, I quickly grabbed my backpack upstairs and walked downstairs across the room, pushing away loads of cardboard boxes out of my way to my car. Well, here goes nothing Ryan. It's your last day, make it your best. I move right after school. Wow.

I walk towards my locker to talk to my friends. Throughout the day, they assured me many times we would keep in contact. I really hope I'll still be in contact with my friends once I move. They understood how it would be hard to make new friends because they've been through it, but I haven't. I also said goodbye to all my coaches and teachers. They all wished me the best of luck, and they hope I would visit sometime, which I will.

The bell rings. That marks the end of my day, or perhaps, my social life. The last thing I had do before heading home was to give my friends a big hug, which I did. This made me feel worse.

By the time I got home, all the boxes were loaded on the big U-HAUL truck, along with our other cars which will be towed to Nevada. Dad drove the truck while I was in it, and mom drove my car, along with my dog, Marley.

"Wait!" I told my parents. I had one last thing to do.

I quickly ran upstairs, went towards my door frame, and marked my height and event. 5'9, Ryan moves to Nevada. I then took a picture of this doorframe, since it's the last time I will probably ever see it. Some of my most precious memories are recorded here. I looked at one that said 2'10 Ryan's first word.. Kinda, "daba."

Eventually, I'm back in the truck.

I'm moving to Nevada, across the country. This is going to be a long trip. Brace yourself, Ryan.

Here's to a new life.

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Hello everyone! I'm new to the world of fanfiction. I've wrote many such as Titanic, and other stuffs but I've never published them! This is my first story I'm publishing on
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I have this whole story planned out, inspired by a lot of factors from the news articles I've read about sad or bittersweet stories, books, and most importantly, Ryan's original video! As you can tell, I'm a big #RYDEN shipper. And I will work super hard on this story.

My Instagram is @higa.comics and I've posted about maybe writing this story the week the video came out. It has become one of my favorite Ryan videos :) I hope you enjoy it.

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