I looked up at the boxes, piled high, that seemed to fill every corner. It wasn't the first time we'd moved. But this was different, this wasnt to do with either of my parents jobs. This was because of my best friend.
The one person that made me want to stay was the reason we had left. I have nothing of him, every present, photo and toy has been destroyed, leaving me with only memories.
I was never told why we really moved, they kept it all very quite and told me they felt like a change. But I had noticed their frowns and looks of disappointment towards my best friend. I had heard their whispered
conversations and muttered thoughs, listening when they thought I wasn't.
So here we were. California, USA, miles away from our old house in Britain and never to return... At least that's what I thought.
YOU ARE READING
12 Years Later.
Teen FictionAn unlikely friendship forms between two children who's worlds should have never collided. Split apart by their parents and moved to opposite sides of the world. Now, 12 years later, and the situation has changed, no longer are either of them the in...
