Gotta Be Me Myself and I

Chapter 1: Movin' on Down

"Are you all packed Marcy?" My mom shouted from the bottom floor of our two-story home of 15 years.

"Sure, just give me a minute!" I shouted back. I didn't think moving would be this hard. To be honest, I didn't think we would even go through with the move. It honestly all seemed like some made-up fantasy of my parents, but it was happening. All the thoughts I had about it being real came crashing down on me at once. I was moving 9 hours away from the place I grew up. This kind of moment is supposed to happen when you're leaving for college-not halfway through your high school experience! Not that my high school experience so far was all fun and games. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry so hard that I would form a puddle-sized stain on the new carpet of my old bedroom. That way I'd make a mark for my own personal childhood memorial. I even tried to cry, but nothing would come out.

"You're really going to love the new house, Marcy. Your bedroom is about the same size, but you get a huge closet and I get my big kitchen!" My mom blabbered on about this beautiful new house. As an HGTV enthusiast, I was sure it was amazing, but I still would miss our falling apart home back in Pennsylvania.

Also, I knew I'd miss the few friends I had there. I still could chat with them online, but it wouldn't be the same. We would see each other in class every day! We didn't hang out much outside of school, but we did talk everyday whether we had school or not. From copying off of each other's homework, to having our hundreds of inside jokes, I couldn't have asked for any better friends. We shared laughter, love and tears with each other so much and now they will continue on without me.

"Mom, do you know what you're doing to me?" I couldn't help but start an argument. I am often known for that even when I don't mean to do it.
"Marcy please don't make this day any harder than it already is. I'm excited, but you know how frustrated I am from the movers. Yes, I know what I'm doing to you, but you have made friends before and I'm sure you will make more. So don't start an argument." She has no clue what she's talking about.

The new house was even bigger than our last. It had 5 bedrooms and three bathrooms! The basement was finished and everything was fully updated. I got my own bedroom that turned out to actually be bigger than my old one. The house even smelled nice unlike the musty cat smell we had in the old one. The kitchen counter tops were beautiful sand-colored granite. That kitchen really was my mom's dream. Maybe then she would start cooking for once. It was like a fantasy for HGTV-loving me, but that would never disguise the fact that it wasn't home.

Kristaville North Carolina wasn't a small town, yet it wasn't really too big either. Technically the county had a very similar population to my old one, but I lived in a farming area there. Where I am here, the houses are packed in like sardines.

My new high school was called Baylor Point. It sounded kind of snobby and rich to me, but considering where I used to live, everything in Kristaville seemed like that. The population of the school is about double from my old one since i live on the busy side of town rather than farmville like in Pennsylvania. As not such an outgoing person this scared the hell out of me. You would think that would be great, right? Marcy has double the opportunity to make friends! To me it just sounds like double the opportunity for people to not like me. I took a tour of the school and it is huge. There's three floors and the hallways are all twice as long. I could see myself running to class everyday already. The lockers were barely even four inches wide. The semi-anxiety i received from all this was unreal. What if people walked too slow in the halls? What if my stuff doesn't all fit in my locker and I have to carry it around all day every day for two years and then in approximately ten my back will break completely? What if someone tried shoving me in a locker, but i don't fit so they decide on a flushie instead? I thought I might be overreacting, but I needed to get some rest from my own mind.