When He Speaks

Moving Day

^^^Pictured above is Leilani cast as Auli'i Cravalho^^^ Also there is some Hawaiian in this chapter, please just correct me if I'm wrong.

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The bright sun begins to cascade throughout my now empty childhood room. With tears now pricking at my weary eyes, I walk towards the emptied closet and look at the masterpiece I'd painted in the eighth grade. The large collage of doodles from my cluttered mind, still brings me peace. The door frame, cracked and worn, still has my changing heights starting from birth. As I brush my fingers down the frame to the height marked "9, dad left", my mothers petite frame frantically presents herself at the door, out of breath and all.

"Kai honu," she paused to brush a loose piece of her long wavy hair behind her ear. She was very beautiful, her hair was as deep brown and it met the small of her back, but she was only 5' 4". She had light, caramel, porcelain skin with Kelp green eyes that hold truth and love, "the car is ready for you outside honey." the tears begin to fall down her now pale face.

"Makuahine, I'll be back, I promise." I then let the tears that I have been holding back for the last 10 minutes fall freely. After a minute or two we both pull away frantically wiping the tears from our eyes. I pick up the last bag and throw it over my shoulder and begin my decent towards my future. Though the room is empty, I don't get the luxury of taking any of my things with me, my mother and I just moved the stuff into a POD so that she can change my room into the art studio she'd always wanted.

The driver my father sent was propped up against a large black Escalade, my dad knows that those are my favorite only because that's what he sent me for my 16th birthday. While I was approaching the beauty, the driver looked up from his once occupied state and without saying a word, took the bag from my shoulder and placed it in the third row seat of the car. He then reached out to me and helped me into my seat, and we began the agonizing drive to the airport.

We started to pull off from the foot of my drive way, and I look back at our tiny neighborhood and feel an awkward sense of nostalgia. All the times I hosted parties at the clubhouse or went swimming with people I don't even call my friends anymore, or even all the times I'd helped paint new neighbors houses, and especially all the times I'd had in my own house. From the times I've stormed out of the house in the rain, to the times the powers gone out and me and mom would play cards or talk about boys, sometimes even girls, and to think, I'm going to be away from my mother my entire senior year. All the people I knew, are now behind me and I have no choice but to sit back and watch it happen.

I feel a stray tear roll down the side of my cheek and I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand. "Miss, your father would like to speak to you on the phone," he said taking momentary peeks at me through the rear view mirror. "Tell him I'm sleeping." I say as I pull the headphones from my book bag and decide on listening to a playlist consisting of SZA, Kendrick Lamar, and Kehlani. This will be fun.

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Short, I know. I'm working on it. Stay tuned :)  .