I burst out of my room and stop, breathing heavily. My parents are at the dinner table, frowning at something. They turn around quickly when they see me, worried expressions on their faces.
"Mom? Dad?" I say, holding back tears.
"Yes Hudson?" they say softly.
I move over to them, and they kneel down next to me.
I hesitate, then whimper, "I- I- I want to go back to Hotwire Falls. I- I miss my friends, and baseball, and my school..." I trail off, waiting for a response.
My parents look at each other, then my dad puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Hudson we know. We've been watching you and we can tell. And it's not working for us, either. The new job; it's not working. And we realize that moving was the biggest mistake we've ever made. We just wanted to make sure you were on the same page."
I wipe my eyes but say nothing. I turn to my mom and she squeezes my hand.
"Okay," I say quietly. My mom hugs me, then my dad, and soon we are all in a kneeling/standing hug.
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After packing up and tying up loose ends at school, we are all ready to go. My mom ties the final suitcase onto the top of the car.
"Alright Hudson, want to say your last goodbyes?"
"Ummm," I say, looking up at the house I had lived in for the past few months. "Sure." I set down my bag and walk over to the door. I slowly wrap my fingers around the knob, remembering how I felt the first time I did this.
I open the door and stare at the family room. I take a tentative step, followed by another, and another. I run my hand over the kitchen counter, and I go to my room for the last time. There it is. My bed. My closet. No. They aren't mine. This has been like a long vacation. A long, long vacation. I slowly lie down onto my bed. I lie there and close my eyes for a few moments before getting up and walking out of the room. I look back once, then close the door. I do the same for the front entrance. I look back, then shut the door slowly. My fingers linger, almost as if they don't want to leave. I sigh, remove my hand, and head over to the car. I enter and get situated, then close the car door.
"All ready?" My mom asks.
I nod and say, "Yep. I'm ready." A small bittersweet smile forms on my lips and the car slowly revs up and starts to pull away. My eyes linger on the house until we turn a corner, and it is gone. I smile genuinely for the first time in a while, and I prepare myself. This is it. Right now. This moment. I am going home. HOME.
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The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)
Novela JuvenilHudson Burke is often referred to as the Golden Boy. He is a straight-A student, an amazing baseball player, polite, attractive, and his family is very wealthy. He gets everything he wants, no questions asked. But when Hudson's family moves to a...
