You Me And The Number Three

moving

"Harley! Hurry up with your stuff. I wanna go!" My brother yelled. "Why do we have to move?", I whined to my mom, as I carried my bedding downstairs to the RV. We were moving, and honestly I was mad at my parents. They gave no warning, just, said that we were going back to Indiana to live near family in our three story house (that was our summer getaway) apparently it was for a new job. I mean Texas was just fine. You can get a tan all year and it's almost always seventy degrees outside. And I had one really good friend named Sarah, I'd known her since I was four in pre-k. We had to pack everything up because we were selling the house which meant, we were never coming back. My mom told me that I was allowed to go say bye to Sarah before we left. Then she said I only had fifteen minutes until we had to leave, which ticked me off even more than I'd been. We weren't taking an airplane which meant it was going to be a long ride with my mother Jen, my dad Travis, and my little brother Shash. Shash means bear in Navajo. Oh btw, I am filipiono (by my bio father), irish, indian, and white. I have long auburn hair, more brown than red though, grey-blue eyes, and I'm five foot.
Anyway, at my school I'm not very popular and Sarah is my only friend so as I rode my bike down the street I started to cry. When I got there she was crying. Apparently mom had called her mom and she overheard. So we sat there and cried for five minutes then I reminded her we could always skype. We spent the next five minutes pigging out, talking, and jumping on the bed. Then, when it was time to leave I smiled and mom pulled up. "Don't forget me!" I yelled through the window as she ran after the R.V. crying and waving at the window, which made me cry even more. My best friend vanished as we drove further and further down the road "home".