It was my last day is this wonderful place. Why did I have to leave? Why are they making me move away? Why are they doing this to me? So many questions going through my head right now. When we move I am never going to make any friends. I have everything I need here, and of course right as life gets good they have to ruin it. My names Octavia, I'm 14 and I am going to be a freshmen this year at a new school in Florida. I have long brown hair down to the bottom of my ribs, dark green almost emerald colored eyes. I am 5 foot 4. We are moving at 7pm. I really don't want to leave but we have to because my dad is in the military.
As the flight took off its almost as i blinked we were going as fast as lightning off into the dark gray clouds. As I looked out the window I saw the lights of the state slowly disappearing into the blackness of the night. I tried so hard not to cry but I felt the tear slowly dripping out of my eye, like crystals they shined as I turned around to answer my mom. I canceled out the world with loud sad music. It got worse, I started balling but tried so hard to stay strong. Again more questions are popping into my head, like why can't I be pretty? Why can't life just stay good for five minutes ? I tried to stop thinking about it, but I couldn't. I shut my eyes swiftly with the last tear slowly running down my face, and went to sleep.
