“What?!” I practically shout at my father.
“We’re moving. Look, I know it’s bad timing, but this will give us more money, and we can focus on the future. I got this great house for us, four bedrooms, and Taylor, you can get the master bedroom since Matt and I won’t really need a walk in closet or our own bathroom. There’s a lot of space, the school is right across the street, there’s tons of kids in the neighborhood. It’s gonna be great. I promise.” He tells me.
“No! All my friends are here! How, what, how do you expect us to be okay with this?” I ask.
“I don’t expect anything from you except and open mind.” He says and hands me a bunch of cardboard boxes. “Get packing.” He smiles and walks up to his room.
“Seriously?” I reply. Matt just walks up to his room obediently. He’s been pretty much mute since Mom died. He quit the football team, doesn’t really leave his bedroom, always reading a book, never talks at dinner, never really talks at all.
I stomp up to my room angrily and slam the door shut. I turn on the TV and just sit on my bed thinking for a little bit.
How could I leave my home when this is the only place I’ve ever felt at home?
My room is purple on two walls, lime green on the other two, walk in closet, pictures of friends and other things scatter and cover the walls, my dresser covered with makeup and accessories, my bookshelf overflowing but covered in dust. This is my home, how am I supposed to say goodbye?
I begin to take pictures off of my walls and put them in a small box along with makeup and my other jewelry. I start to put some of the books in the box but I don’t know if I can.
He’s asking for a lot. I mean, I know that it’s been hard because we don’t really make a lot of money and we need more but, is this really what we’ve come to?
I continue to pack. Hopefully, something good will come of this. Something.
***********************ONE WEEK LATER**************************
“I’ll text you!” I tell Amber.
“You better! I’m gonna miss you so much.” Says my best friend.
“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” I climb into the car.
“Text me!!!” She calls waving as I go down the driveway.
“You’ll make new friends.” My dad insists as he gets onto the main road and we start for Washington.
“Maybe.” I grumble.
After awhile I finally fall into a deep slumber.
“Taylor!” I hear.
“What?” I respond.
I’m standing in nothing. Everything around me is white, but there’s not much. There’s just a never ending wall, another never ending wall across from that, a floor, and shadows that go off into the distance.
“Taylor!!!” I hear someone scream.
I run in the direction of the scream. I keep finding nothing and nothing and then I hear the same scream, but it came from the opposite direction.
I run around back and forth confused and never finding the screaming person till finally the room I’m standing in magically transforms into a hospital room, my mother laying on the bed screaming at me. “TAYLOR!” She yells.
“Taylor! Taylor wake up!” I jolt awake.
“We’re here.” My dad tells me.
I look up and find a large stone house. It looks gigantic! I step out of the car and stretch out a little bit.
“Come on!” I grab Matt’s arm excitedly and pull him inside. This is the one thing I’m actually excited about. My dad said he had guys come in and paint all the rooms and do some other renovations before we got here, and I’m excited to see our new big house, and my new large room.
MAtt actually looks somewhat excited too. I step into a little entrance way that has a room with glass doors off to the side, a staircase to the other, and a living room straight ahead. I go into the living still holding on to him and let go.
“Woooow.” I gasp. The ceiling goes up so high, and the carpet is a bright white, and very soft. There are large windows along the walls and on the other side there is a very large kitchen with granite counter tops and perfectly polished tile floors.
“Whoa.” Says Matt.
That’s the first time I’ve heard him talk in a long time.
We both look at each other and race upstairs. If that’s how the living room looked imagine our rooms!
I step inside the room that has my name on the door labeled on a white piece of paper and I’m blown away. All the walls are a lovely gray but there are black swirls and birds on each of them and above my black bed frame is the words “inspiration” written in cursive.
Maybe this will be a change. Maybe I might be able to get my life back on track.
Dad sure got me believing that this would work after all. Way to bribe. Well, it sure worked.
I go back down and grab some boxes. I put my bedspread and assorted pillows back on my bed first, and then I put all of those books on my new bookshelf. I make sure my TV is hooked up and end up pulling an all-nighter with Toddlers and Tiaras and hanging up all my clothes.
“Taylor?” My dad comes in at about ten.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Remember you have your own bathroom now, so I expect your towels to be washed by you.” He jokes.
“Whatever!” I laugh. “The room is amazing.” I tell him looking around.
“I figured.” He tells me and leaves the room.
I actually find myself not thinking about sad and depressing things anymore. Maybe this room was just what I needed.
At about twelve thirty I go outside to go pick up some stuff for lunch and I see a few kids across the street. Two boys are playing basketball. One girl is laying down texting, two other girls are laughing and drinking what appears to be lemonade and a boy has his arm around another girls shoulders. They look about my age. The girl laying down texting looks up and stares at me for a bit, then she smiles and just keeps staring.
I climb into the truck and pull out. Maybe friends?
“I have food!” I call out when I get home.
“Thanks, Taylor.” Dad tells me and grabs a bag.
“Where’s Matt?” I ask.
“He met this guy next door who’s on the football team and him and a bunch of these other guys are going to the field to play a game.” He tells me.
So Matt’s made friends, but I’m still flying solo? Huh, never would’ve guessed that.
I take my food up to my room and turn on Toddlers and Tiaras, when I remember what I told Amber. I dial her phone number and get her voicemail.
Odd.
I’m just eating lunch when I hear the doorbell ring.
“I’ll get it!” I call to my dad in the next room. I go downstairs and open the door.
“Hi.” Says the girl from across the street.
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