Something Beyond Me

Chapter 3 - Red Light, Green Light

I zombie-walk downstairs, I see my mother grabbing suitcases, and my father hauling them outside to the SUV.
"Took you long enough! Adalee, grab your belongings, we're moving to Westings," my mother looked at me emotional less, then grabbed another suitcase and made her way to the car. I stood there in disbelief. Westings is a city about 3 hours north of New York City. It's okay, but there's nothing there. My grandparents live up there, I wonder why we're moving.

"No, we can't move! It's the middle of the semester and I'll fail all of my classes!" I begged my mother to let us stay, it's not like my grades were good to begin with but I did have a point. "And what is wrong with Gramma and Papa? Last I knew, both were super healthy. And what about my friends? Mom, why are we moving to a shitty place?" I begged and pleaded again as my parents grabbed boxes and hauled them outside. A realtor pulled into the drive way at that moment. Then a For Sale sign was pounded into the ground.
"We are moving to Westings because Gamma has cancer, she needs us. Plus, there's a wonderful house that we bought about 15 minutes away from them. They need us, Adalee," my mother scorned at me, she looked serious, but with tears developing in her eyes. For the next 6 hours, I sat in the living room watching the movers tearing about my childhood home. Kaytee (sorry, Kaytee Fawn) and Nathan stopped by to help out. And by "help out", I mean they say in the living room with me and played Xbox...Until the movers came and unplugged it. At the end of the day, it was time to leave for that shitty town that my grandparents live in.

"Adalee, come visit, soon. Like tomorrow soon," Kaytee said sarcastically, with one Xbox controller in hand, she left. Nathan stood there, looking like he was about to faint.

"What's the matter, Nathan?" I asked curious, he's never like this. He didn't reply back, he just left with his controller.

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"Are we there yet?" Maxwell, my younger brother, questions my parents for the 36th time. I counted. We're only about an hour away from home. Well, the now old home.

"No, Maxwell, we have another 2 hours. Let's play the quiet game please," my father, who's driving, speaks as we pass another exit that offers Starbucks.

1...2...3 GO!

Not even a second after my father said go, I spoke. I didn't really care anyway. I want Starbucks, and a blanket. It's getting cold in the car and my mom REFUSES to turn on the heat.

"Dad, we just passed a Starbucks, can we go? Or just at least get some food? We haven't eaten all day," I begged for my father to take the exit. It's almost 8 o'clock at night, and the only thing I've had today was a banana for lunch.

Fortunately, we were able to stop to take a break. We got off the exit and was put to a halt at the red light. The traffic here was horrible. The people really don't know how to drive.

The light turns green, I look out of my window and notice a car going really fast right at us.