Crescent Island

Chapter 1: Moving day

Noah POV:

"NOAH, ARE ALL YOUR BOXES PACKED!" my dad yelled from downstairs. 

"YEAH!" I replied. 

I looked around, making sure I didn't leave anything behind. Satisfied that I had everything packed I took one last look at my room, imprinting onto memory of the room I had lived in for most of my life. I saw my initials that I carved onto the corner of my door and wondered if the people who'll move in after us will notice it. Will they notice the dent in the wall of the living room from when I punched it out of anger? Looking back now, punching things isn't cool and it hurts your hand. A lot. 

I walked out my room for the last time and wandered the bare house that I could barely recognise. I roamed the hallways that I travelled down millions of times before. I trekked through the garden where I learnt how to play football with my dad and younger sister. I patrolled the the house which I called home for the past 16 years. It feels weird to go.

How could I ever forget this house? Where my mum raised me before she died. When she was alive it was the happiest time of my life, but its been a year since she's been gone. It's a been a year since my last conversation with her. It's been a year... Wow. Losing someone really messes with your perception of time. A week of them gone feels like forever and a year of them gone feels like it was just yesterday when you were smiling and everything seemed right in the world. 

"NOAH, BELLA WE NEED TO GO! HURRY UP!" My dad screamed from the front of the house, interrupting my moment.Moment ruined,  I walked around the house from the back garden to the front porch to where Dads car was parked where I saw him helping the moving men with loading the van. 

"Help me here will you?"

 "Uh... No thanks. Where's Bella?"

 "In the car over there. Talking to Max"

"Ugh!" I looked towards my sister, younger than me by one year, in the car talking to her boyfriend Max. There's just something I don't like about him, but of course I'm not going to like him. I'm her brother. He opened the door and left, not looking back. Turning my head, I looked towards my sister who was sitting in the car crying.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked her, advancing towards the Ford as quickly as I could.

"We broke up. I didn't think we could handle long distance so I felt that we had to end it. I feel awful but I didn't think it was going to work out" She told me in between tears and hiccups. 

"Hey, it's okay. Stop crying, you think this is right so don't cry" I said attempting to comfort her, "Don't feel too bad okay. You'll be fine". 

"Noah, Bella get in the car. It's time to go," my dad interrupted. I looked at the brick red house with the wrap-around porch for the last time, sensing Bella doing the same thing. Dad opened the door, putting the key into the ignition and waited for us to put on our seat belts. The rev of the engine warned us of the beginning of our journey and then, we left.