New Girl

Ch. 1

       "Do we really have to go, Ma?" I whine. "I already have friends here."
       "Ellie, you know that we already bought a new house in Wisconsin a few months ago, you didn't have a problem with the move then."
       "But Mom, that was a different time. I was excited to start a new life and stuff. Now I'm just nervous and sad."
       "Welp, I'm sorry you feel that way. But it's too late. Either pick yourself up and get packing, or get some money to buy your own damn house." I turn away and stomp up the stairs like a child, making sure my mom hears me.
       I think about how I have lived in the Georgia heat all my life, and how much of a change Wisconsin will be. I can't believe I was ever excited about moving to a strange place and having to make new friends. I met my best friend Mac when she moved across the street in first grade and we've been together ever since. How could I ever say goodbye to her?
       A few days go by and we have all of our belongings packed up. I say goodbye to my room, and the house, and the backyard. I even say goodbye to the squeaky door in the basement, for I may never hear it's squeaks again. When I finally get outside, Mac is there.
       "So you're really doing it," Mac says. "I can't believe you're leaving me, we were supposed to be together forever." Tears start to drip down her face and I embrace her.
       "It's okay Mac, I'll come back and visit really soon. I love ya, never forget that." Now I'm crying too. We cry for a bit and then compose ourselves, for my parents are watching in the car and hers from the front step of their house. I wave goodbye to Mac and her family as I step into the car. "Bye Mac n' Cheese."
       "Bye El."
       The whole twelve hour car ride to Wisconsin is dreadful. I spend a few hours crying and the others thinking about how different life in Wisconsin will be from Georgia. I will be a sophomore in high school and apparently the school is really small compared to my old school.
       When we arrive at the new house I feel slightly better, but still nauseous. The town is full of trees and feels cozy in a way. Compared to the suburbs in Georgia, this was a movie town.
       I go upstairs to pick out my room, and decide on one that faces the street. Perfect. I sit and put my bag on the ground and listen to some music while I wait for the moving van to arrive.
       Suddenly my phone rings. I see that it is Mac and quickly answer it.
       "I miss you already," I cry.
       "Sorry I'm calling so soon, but I couldn't not talk to you. I miss you so much too El."
       "Well I'm glad you called. I'm getting really bored waiting for the moving van to arrive." We talk for hours until I hear the front doorbell. I end the call with Mac and run down the stairs. The movers already have a few boxes in the doorway, and I see my name on one of them. I carry it up to my room and sit on it. The tears come again as reality hits me. This is my new house.
      The unpacking takes one and a half days, and my new room looks a mess. At least I have a bed to lay on now. I think about the summer I had in Georgia and how I have to start school here in a week. Orientation for my classes is tomorrow. I open up my closet and try to decide what to wear. I end up on a pink top and a pair of shorts.
      I can't sleep because the dread is hitting so hard.