Everyday I wake up feeling as if I am being suffocated. This strange need to leave, to move, to simply be new places, has been attached to me for a long time now. The feeling of being imprisoned my my city walls makes me feel panicked.
But all of that changes in just under a week. My best friend Lilyen and I are moving from southern Georgia (where we've live forever) to California to pursue our dream careers. Lilyen's of being a YouTube star and professional dancer, and mine of being a successful travel blogger (it's a work in progress). I should be packing, but instead I'm going to the movies with Lil. Most of my stuff is together anyway.
"Are you packed yet" I asked.
"Does it count if a pair of shoes I bought last week are still in the box" she questioned jokingly.
I chuckle slightly, because I know it's true, that she hasn't packed anything yet. But I always pack early, so I have extra time to help her.
"Well, I'll be packing what I haven't sent off yet tomorrow, then I'm free to help you out" I said reassuring her.
"I know" she chuckles, but only because this is a common occurrence. Me being overly prepared, that is.
"Only one day left" I remind myself "twenty-four more hours. You can do it" I think. I feel bad about being so excited to leave. I think my parents are worried that I'm leaving because they did something wrong. No one I know quite understands the way I feel. I'm not leaving because I hate where I live, I'm not leaving because anyone has done anything wrong. I'm leaving because I can't stay here any longer. I'll simply go insane.
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My Great Escape
FanfictionBest friends Carter and Lilyen decide to move from their home town in southern Georgia to California, in hopes to jump start their careers, but are surprised by they're new neighbors.
