My Secret Admirer

Chapter 1

"UGH, do we have to?!" I whine to my mom, who's hurridly loading the boxes into the back of a Uhaul truck.

"Yes! Now hurry up and help me finish loading the rest of these boxes!" she says while putting another box in the back of the truck.

We have lived in this small town for our entire lives. It's where I grew up at. It's where I made all of the friends that I have now. But recently, my mom has gotten an amazing promotion in her job, and has allowed her to move to Chicago. It was too great to pass up. I don't blame her for accepting it, but just the fact that we were moving somewhere else gave me a stomach ache. I didn't want to leave my friends. Especially my best friend, Chelsey. We have been friends since practially birth. Whenever I told her we were moving, she nearly died. We both started crying and hugging each other. I felt so bad. But we promised that we would call one another every single day, and not lose touch.

I go back inside of our small house and walk to my room. There's only a few boxes left next to my closet to pack. Even though it was a small house, and my room was pretty small as well, I was honestly going to miss it. There's so many memories that were made in this house that I would never forget.

I pick up two boxes and stack them up on each other. I realize that I should have only carried 1 box because I was struggling to watch where I was walking. I had to peer my head around the boxes to see the way I was going.

As I'm walking through the front door making my way to the front yard, I accidentally run into somebody.

"Watch where your going!" my annoying little brother, Gabe, complains and shoves his way past me. Like me, he didn't want to move either. Ever since mom told us about her promotion, and that we would have to move to a different state, he has acted really irritated. He hardly ever talks to anyone anymore.

I turn my head back and yell after him, "maybe you should watch where you're going!" I'm pleased by my comeback. After all, it wasn't my fault. I'm the one carrying two boxes piled on top of each other, struggling to see past them.

I walk out to the back of the big moving truck and place the boxes carefully inside.

"I think we're just about done!" mom says enthusiastically. I don't see how this is even exciting. If I had one word to descrive this, it would be "depressing".

Mom dusts her hands off on her pants, "Do you have anymore boxes left in your room?"

"Yeah, just one," I say and turn around to go get it. Thank goodness we were almost done loading boxes. It has taken us at least 4 hours.

I walk through the living room to find my little brother laying on his back in the middle of the floor staring at the ceiling.

"Uhh, don't you think you should be helping us?" I ask as I run a hand through my hair.

"hey, I already helped pack two things. I did my part."

I roll my eyes and walk past him, giving him a light shove on his shoulder as I go by. Little brothers are so complicated.

Once I get the last box from my room, I stand in my doorway and look at it one more time. I will never see this room again, and I have to say, I'm going to miss it a lot. Despite how small it was, lots of great things happened in here. No, nothing "bad" like that, but just good things. It was honestly heartbreaking to leave all of this. But at least mom was happy. And if she's happy, then I guess I should be happy too. I mean, our new house will probably be a bit bigger anyway since mom is gonna be making more money. The only thing I'm worried about is school. I have a difficult time making friends. I'm not the most outgoing person like some people are. I like to keep to myself. I'm usually the shy one who never says much. I wish I could change that though. But maybe I can, since we're moving to a completely different city and school, it's a good way to start fresh and become a new person. So say goodbye to the old timid, shy Rachel, and hello to the new outgoing, fun Rachel.