The Forgotten Friendship

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"Ivy, Xavier, we need to talk," my mom calls from the living room.

"Alright," I yell back as I get up from the kitchen counter where I was reading on my phone. I walk into the living room where my mom and dad are watching a TV show, they paused it during a commercial to talk to us. I sit down in my favorite seat of the house and wait for Xavier, and about 30 seconds later the ground shakes with Xavier's foot steps.

"Xavier, what have I told you about walking lightly, especially when grandma's asleep." My mom says telling my brother Xavier off.

"Sorry mom." Xavier apologizes with a guilty look on his face. Maybe i should explain more, I'm Ivy green and I have an older brother named Xavier. My life isn't a series of tragic events like many others, the only big thing that happened in my life was my grandma getting sick making 8 year old Ivy and 9 year old Xavier move from Calgary to Ohio. At first I was sad but I soon got over it, however getting over it made me forget about most of the people and memories from Calgary.

"Anyway," my mom continues. "Me and your father have decided now that grandma is going to live in a nursing home. We are going to move back to Calgary, well actually back into the house we used to live in as it showed up on the market and your father and I have bought it." mom says, my dad nods his head.

"WHAT?" Xavier is the first to react, I'm quick to shush him not wanting to wake grandma up "You move us 30 hours away at the age of 8 or 9, we had to make new friends, join new sports, find new schools and now you send us back 8 years later to make new friends, join new sports, find new schools, seriously that's not fair!" Xavier says back quietly but you can still tell he is fuming with anger. Me on the other hand, I don't mind, I mean of  of course I'm gonna miss grandma and my friends but my school, no, and i can find other sports I don't really even like the ones I'm in right now.

"Xavier I get that you're angry but our decision is final so go grab some boxes from the basement and start packing." my dad says. Xavier walks off to the basement with a foul look on his face. "and grab some boxes for Ivy too." my father adds.

Soon after Xavier returns, he passes me three boxes, I offer him an apologetic smile which he does not return as he walks up the stairs and I follow. You see my whole family is rich but not snobby, so grandmas house was big enough for all of us to have rooms. I walk into the hallway and past grandmas room and my parents room to stop at my room, which is almost parallel to Xavier's. I walk into my room and then it hits me, When we move I can redo my room.

We never really decorated my room, we left the walls the ugly yellow colour and just placed my furniture in, not really having a plan. At first I didn't mind it as I thought I was going home soon and I could put things back to the way they were. I barely spent any time in my room anyway, always outside or watching TV, but as I got older I started inviting friends over and stuff and I got quite embarrassing and I grew to hate my room.

I fold the first box into an actual box shape instead of a flat cardboard thing and start off on my bookshelf. Most of the books I have already read and probably won't read again for a while so it will be a good start. I place in The Divergent series, then the Hunger games series, Series after series, book after book in my box. My shelf became more and more empty and my box became fuller and heavier. Lastly I put all the pictures and knick knacks that scoured about my book shelf into the box. My heart is bouncing in excitement as I imagine my new room and creating the cupboard under the stairs we used to have into a Harry Potter reading nook.

As the days go by my room is emptied of stuff and starts to feels bare. No more books Placed neatly on the shelf. The books left a plain white dusty book shelf sitting lonely in a corner, at one point it was surrounded by my bean bag and picture frames, but photos were taken down and the bean bags were packed. We were leaving in a day and Xavier had gotten over moving for the most part, he had packed his room up too and someone bought the house quite quickly too.

My parents rented a huge moving van that seated two and we had one car that me and Xavier were going to drive back home, stopping at a hotel for one night. We will be sharing the driving as I recently got my license, but today was the day I dreaded most... moving grandma to the home, I mean I know people are nice as I've met them before and I know grandma is alright now, but in these past years me and grandma have become so close.

We just unloaded all the stuff from the car into grandma's new apartment thing and I am helping grandma onto the couch although she doesn't really need that much help, once she's sitting comfortably I join her on the couch.

"Alright grandma I'll write down my number on a piece of paper and stick on your fridge." I say getting up but she stops me.

"Ivy don't be so worried, you can do that later and I'll call you twice a week, I promise." she says to me.  All the stress slowly drifts away as I pull her in for a hug. Once we pull away she gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, "Now go drive home and be safe."

I get up but not before giving her 3 more hugs. I write my number on a sticky note and attach that to the fridge and walk out.

The drive home is quiet, but as soon as I get there it is hectic. Xavier is carrying boxes into the moving van, mom is making sure the house is fully clean as this is our last night here. We are sleeping in a hotel. My dad is carrying the boxes from his room, I quickly run up the steps into my room and grab a box and put it in the moving truck, that process went on for hours.

When we reach the hotel I lay my small backpack down and flop on the bed that me and Xavier will share for the night, as we are actually quite close. I snuggle my self in and fall asleep with the sound of my parents whispering to each other and the rustling sound of Xavier going though his bag.