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You Fooled Me by bethanyyfood
Change sucks, & don't you know it.
Everybody hates change, don't they? Yes, most people do, especially me. Whoops, I just answered my own question, didn't I? Yeah, I did. And oh my gosh, I did again. I swear I'm going crazy. Well I probably am, I'm talking to myself after all, aren't I? *mental sigh* And now I'm doing things in my head, great. Anyways, back on subject, I really hate change, and all the bullshit lies that people tell you about it like 'change is good, everything is for the better' blah blah blah. And I especially hate change when I don't have any say in it. So when my parents told me that we were moving in a month to some stupid place six hours away, you could say that I wasn't happy. And that would be an understatement. For the next four days after my parents told me, I didn't talk to anybody in my family unless it was absolutely necessary. I didn't even talk to my little sister or my big brother. I did talk to my cat, but that's different. Anyways, I didn't want to move. It meant changing almost everything, and I was perfectly happy with things the way that they are.
Hi, I'm Arielle. I'm now officially a sophomore, and today is the day that we are packing up and leaving everything that I've ever known. It also happens to be the day right after school let out for the summer, leave it to my parents to ruin that, too. I'm currently just sitting in my room being rebellious, as I'm supposed to be helping 'load the truck'. I could care less. Let's put it this way, I would rather get hit by a car than move. I know that I can't get out of the move, but god dammit I'm not going to go along with it like everything is fine.
My phone vibrates in my hand as two texts come in, one from Kyle, my boyfriend, and one from my best friend, Taylor. I read Kyle's, its just him telling me to call him later when we get to our new house, and that he's sorry that he can't be here when I actually leave, even though I had breakfast with him at McDonald's this morning. He actually has a summer job to be at, unlike me, broke and without a job. I sigh. How am I going to function without my BFF and my BF? Ugh, I can't believe my parents are making me move during high school. At least I'm not a senior like my brother Ryan. I wish I could be my little sister Sarah though, because she is only in fourth grade, and it's way easier to make friends when you're that little.
"We're leaving in fifteen minutes," I hear my dad shout from the front of the house. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why do I have to freaking move? A knock on my bedroom door interrupts my angry thoughts, and Taylor steps in.
"I don't wanna go," I whine as she collapses next to me on my empty bedroom floor.
"I don't want you to go either," she moans, pulling me in for a hug.
"Wait," I say, pulling away from our embrace. "What did your text say?"
"Oh, it was just me telling you that I was at your front door," she says.
I sigh again very loudly. "I'm gonna run away and come back here and live with you for the rest of high school, alright?"
"I wish," she laughs. We grin at each other, then lean back on the bare floor and lay in silence.
A few minutes later I'm again interrupted by Sarah peaking her head in and quietly telling me that we have to go. I sit up and motion to her that I'm coming in a minute. Taylor and I just face each other and hug, not letting go. "You're gonna Skype me every day, right?" she sniffs into my shoulder. I nod, as tears run down my face. I cannot possibly be saying goodbye to my childhood best friend that I have known for fifteen years. I think I must be dreaming, except I know that I'm not because my T-shirt is currently being soaked from Taylor's salty tears. I pull away and try to smile, wiping mascara streaks away from underneath my eyes.
"I'll text you when I get there, and every day, too," I solemnly tell her. We both move to stand up, and slowly walk from my room, down the stairs, and to the front door. I see my dad close the back door of the rented moving truck, Ryan sitting in the back with Sarah next to him, and my mom waiting for Taylor and I to move so that she can lock the front door. Taylor walks me to the truck and gives me one last teary-eyed hug before backing up and leaning against the big maple in our front yard. I sniff and wave to her before shutting the truck door. My dad puts the keys into the ignition as my mom jumps in on the other side.
"Ready to go?" she brightly asks us kids, turning in her seat. Ryan ignores her, while Sarah smiles from the middle as if its just some great adventure.
"No," I mumble while turning back to my window to sadly smile at Taylor. As Dad pulls out of the driveway I put my hand up one last time to wave to Taylor, before I leave the town that I love. As we weave through familiar streets and finally make our way to the entrance ramp for the interstate, I shove my headphones into my ears and turn 'Anywhere but Here' by Mayday Parade up as loud as it goes, drowning out some overly happy pop song Mom had put on the radio. I sunk lower in my seat and pretended that I wasn't leaving behind everything that I had ever known. The problem was that I was, and that there was nothing that I could do about it.
