My life started like a normal girls would. I was born, I was happy and healthy, I went to school, I made friends, I went to a highly regarded high school but at age 15 everything changed.
"WE'RE MOVING?!" I yelled as my body jolted from a relaxed reclined position to standing on my two feet, body tense and eyes wide open.
"I know this comes as a shock to you but your father finally got a job that he enjoys and he will get well paid so you and your brother can have a happy life" mum spoke as if leaving family and friends was no big deal.
"How is leaving Australia, leaving friends and family suppose to make us happy?"
"You will make new friends and we will come back to Australia to visit"
I stormed off in a rage, this was absolutely outrageous, about a thousand thoughts raced through my mind
"I can not live in America! I'm half way through year 9, or as the americans say it freshman year, I just made new friends this year, I can't leave so close to exams, I might be at a different level of educational learning then them? I could be behind or ahead?" But one particular thought struck a chord inside.
"How am I suppose to tell my friends?"
I laid in bed that night looking at the glow in the dark stickers stuck to my roof and repeated scenarios of how to tell my friends that I'm going to America and not coming back. That I'm ditching them. Tomorrow is Friday, the day we go down the street, "I'll tell them then" as my eyes shut, and opened in what felt like a second but in reality was hours.
"It's time to tell my friends" A thought that struck my brain like a lightening bolt and one that would not leave. The rest of the day will be one that I will cherish forever, I just hope they don't be mad.
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Blue Moon
Roman pour AdolescentsHow would you cope if your parents make you move overseas to live? To leave your friends and family and to possibly never see them again. For Alison James this idea was a reality, will this make her life better or worse?
