Far Away Love

A New Start

I told my mom I didn't want to leave but she said it was for the best.
She said their are dark memories in our house and I couldn't argue with her about that because I knew it was true.
I blame myself for what he did to us.
Every one said I was swimming in a pool of depression because of him.
That's why we were leaving because it was going to good for me.
But what about mom and Michael my younger brother, he was 14, two years younger than me.
Didn't it matter to them too?
Didn't they're feelings count too?
I guess not.
One day she just kicked him out of the house and now I'm in a red truck driving from Florida to New York.
Bringing up that subject, we just entered New York.
"We'll be there forty in five minutes" my mother told me happily.
"Yay" I said sarcastically.
"Oh stop being that way" my mother responded.
My brother Michael was fast asleep in the back seat, drooling all over the ragged brown seat.
He looked adorable when he was sleeping, all curled up in a ball, snoring slightly and drooling of course.
I don't know what happened but I must of dozed off as well because was being awaken by my mother saying"We're here, We're here!"
I opened my eyes with blurry vision clearing up and when it did I noticed a beautiful two story house through the window of the car.
" Well go check it out while I get the stuff out of the truck" my mom told us.
"I'll stay and help you, you go ahead Michael." I responded quickly.
"Suit yourself Jacobi" she told me.
Michael ran to the front door and surprisingly it was unlocked so he went right on in.
When we finished carrying every thing inside, I went to look at my room.
It was a really big room.
I guessed it was really big because mom thought I needed a lot of personal space.
But then I opened the window and some thing caught my eye, another boy who looked about the same age as me.
He noticed me right away and blushed.
I have to admit he was really cute.
I waved and he waved back.
Then I noticed he grabbed a piece of paper and a marker and wrote something.
He held the paper up and it read:
Hello beautiful stranger, my name is Tristan.
I left the room for a minute to grab paper and a pen.
I came back and wrote Hi I'm Jacobi and I thought you were the beautiful one and showed him.
He smirked and wrote something else, it read: How old are you and when do you start school?
I wrote I was sixteen and I would start school Monday.
He wrote again and it read again:
Cool me too and I'll see at school, good bye Jacobi.
He left the room after that.
Well what a wonderful new start for me.