02| New Measures

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S A Y L O R
I looked up at my room ceiling as I lie on my back in the center of the floor. The lower part of my leg pressed against the back of my thighs. I felt like the room was closing in on me.

I had lots of art almost covering all the walls in my room. Things that took me days, up to weeks to finish. I looked over at my paint brushes. Some still with paint at the very end. I had so many.

Then there's my tapestry. I stood up and walked over to it. I stood right before it. I loved my tapestry, when I got it I felt like I was different. Most are just Mandala art, but I didn't see mine as that. It's a moon, with clouds also stitched in front of it. The whole cover was black and white. The colors came over me and I thought about it. The colors were how I felt inside.

I respect my father getting a promotion because it's a really big opportunity, and symbolizes hard work. But how far is too far for a promotion? How does he feel about this himself?

For all we know, daddy could be beating himself up in his mind about this whole moving situation. He knows that I was born in Texas, meaning all my memories are here and always are gonna be because... I've never experienced moving before.

What does it feel like? Do you feel lonely— do you get depression from this? It's too much. Nobody should have to go through this. You never understand something until you're put in that place.

I look over from my tapestry and peek at my door, I hear a sudden knock.

"Somebody there?"

"Yeah, can I come in?"

"Sure." I go to sit on my bed while the door opens, "Hey Wes..."

"Well somebody's a little blue," He plops down on my purple fuzzy carpet beside my bed, facing me, "What's up?"

"This. The moving, it's all so sudden." I twiddle with a paintbrush that I took from my art desk.

"Hey, you're not alone. We're all doing this as a family." He says.

"But what about friends? I don't just have friends, they are literally part of my family too. I grew up with all of them since I was like 2 years old. They've witnessed everything. When I had my own family problems, they were there, and they treated it like it was their own problems. When my momma and daddy went through a divorce, they were there. And you know what? They still are, 11 years later."

"Saylor," He lets out a surprised breath before he speaks, "Huck, Jackson, and I all have friends like that too. Our dad, is dead. Both of your parents, are still here... Well she's somewhere, but I betcha far from dead. Truth is you learn to suck it up and live life, depressions not worth it, trust me, I know. Everybody in this house has learned to except that fact that we have to move... sometimes desperate times means desperate measures, even if it means leaving some things behind."

"Weston, I didn't mean to upset you." I stood up beside my bed.

"...I'm fine. Just don't go throwing around that pity story again." Before he open the door, he turned back around to me, "And start packing. Word got out, we're leaving in a week."

I looked at my door. It had art on it. I walked over and took them down off of it. I did the same to the rest that were spread across the walls. Then I did my paintbrushes.

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