The Misadventures of an Awkward Teenager

Chapter 2

"Looks like that's about it..." I muttered to myself, looking at the millions of bags lined up in my hallway. Today was the big day; the day the Carter's were moving to Texas.

As I walked down the halls and stared at the now empty walls, it made my heart sink. There used to be pictures all over the walls; there wasn't even a square inch of a wall where a picture wasn't there. But now, it looked weird to me...The walls looked naked.

But what almost want to bring me to tears was when I walked into my bedroom, the room I've had so many memories with. The heart-shaped rug was gone, my zebra-printed comforter as well as my bed were gone, the various posters of celebrites, everything was all gone.

The doorbell rang, and probably will be the last time I get to hear it, interupting my thoughts. I wiped my eyes and walked downstairs. I opened the door, and there stood my One and Only, Olivia with mascara-stained cheeks. She sniffed, "Remember when you told me to call you whenever I have a problem?" I nodded, resisting the urge to cry with her. "Well I have a problem..." She paused as she looked at her feet for a thoughtfull six seconds before looking back into my eyes, "I'm gonna miss you."

I let the stubborn tears stream down my cheeks like a waterfall. Without any hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and we both cried with each other like best friends would do in this situation. Flashbacks of our entire friendship flashed through like my mind like a video tape. When we met in thrid grade when I asked if I could borrow her pencil, the girl that played with me in recess when no one else would play with me, the thousands of trips we had with each other, the times when we always checked out hot guys and got their numbers, and to think all of that was ending so soon.

I stepped out of out embrace and wiped the tears off of my face. As we looked at each other's faces, we ended up giggling, then the giggles turned into never ending laughter. We clutched our sides as we laughed one last single time with each other until we moved on with our seperate lives.

As our laughing fest was over, Olivia muttered, "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I know Livz," I whispered, weakly smiling, "I'll miss you and your crazy ass, no matter how much your boyfriend loves it." She slapped my arm and giggled. "But you will always be my one and olny, got that?"

She giggled, trying to wipe off her now smeared eyeliner. "I know, and you better not replace me with some redneck hillbilly!" She tried using her best Southern accent.

"And you better not replace me with some skanky cheerleader."

"Yeah, like that will happen!"

With that, we stared into each other's eyes before embracing again. This time, she was the one who stepped out of it, heading back towards the front door. "Goodbye, Emily."

When she turned her back towards me, i called out to her, "Hey, Livvy!" She turned around. I smiled. "Let's not say goodbye. Let's just say, see you later."

Olivia smiled a smile that I haven't seen in years. A genuinely happy smile. "See you later, Em." And with that, she was gone like a poof of air. I sighed and closed the door.

"Well Emily," my dad's voice could be heard from across the room. He smiled, "Are you ready to start a new life? Make new friends?"

"To be completely honest...no." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. My dad sighed as well and made his way towards me and hugged me, rubbing his hand up and down my back in comfort. I snuggled my head in his chest.

"Moving on is a nice phrase and a better one, if practiced in real life. Life has to move on irrespective of our good or bad experiences. Moving on helps us to forget the past and place our vision only on our future; this makes life less complicated too.  Only if we develop the trait of forgiving, moving on becomes much easier and gives us a lot of energy to face the hardships. When this is dawned on us, we are in fact moving on to a higher position, and will be respected by others. Quietly forgiving and moving on is a gift to god and yourself." He whispered soflty to me, "So what I'm basically trying to say is that no matter how hard it is, you have to chose a new path in life and walk down it to reach your destination."

I giggled and looked into his eyes, "Why be a cop when you can be a teacher with your words of wisdom?"

He chuckled and kissed my forehead, "I love you, sweetie. No matter how hard this situation is...we will make it work. I promise." He grinned as he messed with my hair,  "And with an awesome personality like yours, you would make best friends with almost every person there."

I smiled, "Thanks dad."

X

I packed the last of my bags into the trunk and took one last glance at my beloved house of thirteen years. After I closed the trunk, I blew a kiss to the house that I'll probably never see again, and hopped into the backseat of our family's Escelade. I put on my seatbelt as my dad reversed out of the driveway.

"Oh my gosh, we're moving to Texas! How exciting is this?" My mother squealed, jumping up and down in her seat. I chuckled. Same old mom...

I then looked into the car's back mirror and saw our house getting smaller and smaller with each meter we took. I waved my hand to no one in particular, but just to our neighbors that were probably sleeping soundly in their warm beds. As I thought about my warm bed, I yawned, feeling a bit tired already. I got out my iPod and clicked on Random Shuffle. Goodbye by Secondhand Serenade was coincedentally the first choice and i smiled to myself. My eyes then began to close and fell victim to the darkness of consious.

Goodbye Colorado, and Hello Texas.