Thoughts chp. 1

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I remember those times when I used to cuddle up in the couch with hot cocoa and watch those old classic Disney movies that used to be big back then. Oh and I definitely won't forget those fun art projects I did in 1st grade with crayons and washable paint. And I still wish I could be at a family holiday party right now biting into those luxurious cookies they gave out as Christmas treats. But that's the past. And I can't go back to the past. It's all over. It's done. Those are now held as memories. That will soon disappear. Into clear blurs. Moving out of Florida was hard. I had to say goodbye to all my friends. They all missed me very much. I cried because being the new girl totally made me have anxiety. And even though I was prepared it still didn't make me better. I was kinda... Well. Shy. And that might make reputation go down sooner or later. Honestly my old house was not bad. But we didn't leave because of our house or communication problems. It's because my dad got a huge job promotion, and it was a big chance for him to have a opportunity for his career and pay. Lucky me. Of course I'm totally happy for my dad. I just wish it happened earlier. So I didn't have to remember this place ever. But I guess that's not how life works. And all You have to do is move on.

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