moving day

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As i take one more look around at my childhood home, I can't help the memories that come flooding back. All the late night sleepovers, walks, chats, snacks, and games will all soon be forgotten. As i climb into the car and take my seat in the back, i catch a glimpse of my best friend, Toby, and i am literally punched in the face with my emotions. The feeling of guilt, sorrow, and anger all came flooding in.

Guilt because I won't be keeping the one promise i vowed to never break- To finish high school together. One by one our friends would move away breaking all the promises we ever made. No one seemed to stay in this town.

Sorrow because i will miss so much. He is the only thing that kept me sane is this town. He was my saving grace. And anger because i don't want to leave. I don't want to leave everything that we had. I don't want to move to a new town and start over, but what i can i say. Nothing ever goes my way.

"Rosalie didn't i tell not to pack your shoes with my white fabrics," my mom said. You could tell she was getting frustrated but just didn't want to show it. She always believed in being happy all the damn time. She is perfect in all ways. Scratch that she is the definition of perfect. She's got the perfect blonde hair that falls in perfect natural curls, and a face that all the makeup artist want to use with bright ocean blue eyes. Me on the other hand, not so much. I had was not in any shape or form close to being what my mother is. I have light brown hair that isn't straight nor curly- somewhere in between is my mess people call hair. I don't have that "perfect" face, and i sure as hell aren't happy all the time. Hell i am barely happy anymore. The only thing that my mom and i seem to have in common is our eyes. Both deep blue and green - like the ocean. I have no-

"Rose, Rose, Rose, my mother says Snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh uh, yeah sorry." I say calmly.

"Look honey, i know this move is hard for you, but i think you will like it there. You'll fit right in."

"Yeah ok. Whatever you say," i think to myself as i turn my head to look out the window.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 08, 2016 ⏰

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