-Rebecca-
-September 13, 2009-
I slammed off my annoying alarm and swung my legs off my bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
Today is moving day. I live in London with my parents but my mother got promoted and now I have to leave London memories and my loving caring father behind!
I'm honestly happy for my mum but I don't want to leave to Doncaster! I can already sense Doncaster is going to be idiotic, I'm going to meet an idiot, then I would want to move back and my mum would get upset and say no and then when I storm out of the room she'll start crying.
I moved a lot during my childhood. Like a bigillion times! ( not really just exaggerating) its always like that till we moved to London. It was different, I've lived here 4 years! Most I've lived in a city!
A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Come in!" I yelled my voice still horse from last night.
I had to break up with my boyfriend, Jake. I thought he would understand but instead he threw a fit. Well I did what any other girl would do: I yelled back. Came home crying.
My father walked in and gave me a weak smile. His eyes red and puffy like he had been crying and not having enough sleep.
Did he not sleep last night? Had he been crying all night? No. My father is a strong man. He won't cry, would he?
"Dad?" I finally spoke.
"Morning, sunshine." He smiled.
"Dad, have you been crying?" I asked.
"My sunshine is leaving me. I can get hurt in the dark. I'm afraid." He said sitting down next to me on the bed.
My eyes started to well up with tears.
"I don't want to leave." I cried into his chest.
"I don't want you too either." He croaked. "You're my only child. Even better, you're a girl."
"What do you mean?" I asked
"I always wanted a daughter." He shrugged. I put my mouth in the shape of 'O'.
"Well, you better get ready. You leave in an hour." He said wiping his tears away. I wiped mine and kissed his cheek.
He walked out of my room and I walked over to my bathroom to start my shower. The warm water soothed my tense muscles. I think I started to cry. I don't know. I was just going to miss this house.
I walked out if the bathroom with my fuzzy pink towel wrapped around my body. I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out gray sweats and a baggy oversized sweatshirt. I pulled them in and tamed my black hair. I decided to let it air dry. I put on my lip smacker.
I walked to my bed and pulled out my pink suitcase that said 'Love' on it.
I threw all my articles of clothing in there and my make up bags. I put in my shoes and jewelry. I threw my few purses as well. I zipped it shut and took one last glance around my room. I sighed and put my iPhone in my sweatshirts pocket.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen and sat in my chair at the kitchen table.
"Morning hun!" My mum greeted.
"Morning." I said not returning the enthusiasm.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"You already know." I said.
"I'm sorry. I-we have to leave." She sighed.
"You had a choice!" I said getting up from the table and storming out of the house with my suitcase.
