The car ride was mentally exhausting we stopped at a couple hotels along the way but finally ended up in Virginia. I get out the car and stretch my arms and yawned. I grabbed my backpack and look at the new house it was a two story with gray and white contrasting each other.
"What are you waiting for go look inside" my mother chimes with a big grin plastered on her face. I walk in its nice, with carpet in the living area and tile in the kitchen. I walk up the stairs and see three doors I walk into the thinnest one.
I gasp. Not only is this room huge it's already decorated like my old smaller room back in Jersey. I look at the pictures that are neatly placed on the wall. I smile.
Those were the good old days, I exhale and flop on my new bed. I think of all the good memory's I had before the divorce. I get up and walk around I notice notebooks, binders, pens, pencils, and a new backpack on my white desk.
I also noticed a wrapped box that says: To Kaylee, From Dad written on it, I quickly unwrap it and find a light brown journal that has a cursive 'K' on the upper left corner. I smile he always knows what to get me.
It might not seem like much to others, but to me it's the greatest treasure I've ever gotten. I pack all of the school material in the maroon backpack and I hanged it over the desk chair, then I gently place the journal on my desk.
I change and get into bed, I start school on Monday and as any teenager might think, this was going to be socially awkward.
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Short Stop |✔️
Teen FictionKaylee Watson moved from Jersey to Virginia because of her stepdad and was forced to leave everything behind. Going to a new school can be quite awkward that's until she stumbles upon East Woods writing club were she interviews and creates article...
