I stand at the window staring at the heavy rain pouring down. I love it. When it rains, I feel calm. But thoughts were racing in my head about moving the next day. There are not many sixteen year old girls who move out to live on their own, but I was ready to do it.
I'm terrified but I don't want show it. I know my mom is way more worried than I am.
I don't really have a great reputation here in Washington. I've made many mistakes in my past. Too many to count. So for that reason, I was glad and ready to leave and start over.
I slowly walked back up stairs after finishing my coffee. I plop onto my creaky bed and stare at my empty room.
My parents moved all my things to the new apartment the night before.
I breathe in and try to stop all the thoughts swarming through my head.
I lay down and put my headphones in. I close my eyes. I want to stop thinking. Just for a minute.
I open my eyes. My music was still playing. I dozed off last night. I take my headphones out and put them on my side table along with my phone.
I get out of my bed and sit at my dresser.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I had eye bags and terrible case of bedhead.
I look down at my phone. Mia had called me twice.
Mia is my best friend. She has long brown curly hair and bright brown eyes. She knows fashion, unlike me. And she is drop dead gorgeous, also unlike me.
I'm just your average girl. Medium brown hair and big hazel eyes. Nothing special.
We've known each other since kindergarten. She's everything I would ask for in a friend. She has been there for me since day one. She is amazing. We practically got through life together. I don't know what I would do without her.
She's moved to Florida with her parents when we were fifteen which is a part of the reason my parents chose for me to live there.
I notice my mom in my doorway. I glance in her direction. She's frowning. I know she has been trying to hide how sad she was about me leaving. But she wasn't very good at it.
I sighed and turned my head.
"Mom, there's nothing to be sad about. I'm only going to be a few miles away, and I'll call you everyday."
"I know, but I'm going to miss you, Kali." Her voice cracked, sounding like she was about to cry.
I stood up and gave her a hug. "I'm going to miss you too Mom."
I walk into my new apartment and look around. My parents did a great job. It looked really good. Everything was perfect.
My parents left a few minutes ago. Of course my mom wouldn't stop crying. She told me to promise I would talk to more people. She's always nagging about it. I agreed to talk to more people even though I knew that it wouldn't be very likely.
She introduced me to a nice, middle aged woman next door. She told me if I needed anything just come over. Which I don't think I will be doing anytime soon.
I kneel down on the floor beside my suitcases and start unpacking the last of my clothes, trying to get my mind off the fact that I would have to start at a new school the next day.
That was my biggest problem. I had already been the new girl once when I moved to Washington, and I wasn't so eager for that again.
I hop on my bed, which was so much more comfortable than my old one.
