Every day was agony. It seemed like mom and dad never stopped fighting. It was always something whether money, children, themselves, who knows.
Then one day out of the blue my mom yelled up the stairs, "Quill, Wes, pack anything you want to take, we're moving!" I was shocked.
"Where are we going?" I asked mom. All she told me was Crudasia. Me and my brother exchanged a wary glance. Then I asked him, "Do you have any idea where that is?"
"I think it's in Ashindae," he replied.
I kept asking, "Why are we moving?" But I only got a question in response. Every time my mom would reply with, 'Have you finished packing?' My dad always asked, 'Did you finish your school work?' I would just return to my room because I knew my question would be left unanswered.
We were leaving our big city for a place out in the country. I didn't want to leave Swergo. The thought of being alone in the middle of nowhere frightened me. What if there was an emergency? How would someone reach us quickly?
The next day we set out right after school got out. The whole way there I was thinking, will I fit in? In my home I am now leaving, maybe for forever, I never really fit in. Maybe moving is a good thing, maybe I can start over. Will this be a new beginning?
