3 years ago, we lived in Battle-creek, Michigan. We grew up there. Our memories of family happiness were made there. Our friends we’ve had our whole lives were made there. Everything I had my whole childhood. Would be gone. With just a swift hand at the signature for the check that would be taking approval for the move to our new house.
Father had been accepted a job opening in a town called Bayona in the state of Tennessee. Mom and dad had come to a decision of not telling me until recently. Which was just today, and we’d be leaving in a mere two days.
I shuddered at the thought of even saying goodbye. Of even packing our boxes. Of even telling everybody the news. Nobody would want to know that their friend would be leaving the neighborhood for good. Nobody would want to know that their girlfriend would be leaving you for good, literally.
How would I tell my best friend for 9 years Lizzy? How could I? She’d be devastated. I’d be devastated. I’m a coward, why haven’t I told her the second after I was told? I don’t want to see my Lizzy cry. She’s been hurt enough. Imagine how hurt she’d be when I leave for Bayona. I can’t tell her. She can’t know. But she must. I just need time. I’ll tell her myself, I wouldn’t want anybody else telling her. Nobody knows yet, but me.
Knowing my mom was best friends with Lizzy’s mom, I rushed to the family room in search of my mom.
“Mom!” I desperately called out.
“Yes, dear?” I followed her voice into the kitchen.
“I’d like to break the news to Elizabeth, please tell Aunt Jenna to keep it quiet.” I had announced to my mom whilst she was on the phone with who I assumed was Aunt Jenna.
“Well why, dear?” With a concerned tone and face choice.
“I must be the one to tell her, please.” I begged.
“Yes, of course.” Mother had started telling Aunt Jenna.
Now, to deal with Kobe Dylan. My boyfriend.
“Knock-Knock!” Mother abruptly disrupts my thoughts as she knocks on the wooden door loudly.
Opening the door, I couldn’t bear to even try to actually talk to my mother. She would know I wouldn’t want to leave Battle-Creek. She doesn’t even bother to tell me sooner. Instead, he gives me two days to tell everybody. Just two days.
I didn’t bother looking her in the eye, I had just sat on the edge of my bed. Angry and confused at my mother. My vibes came on too strong, but I couldn’t help it. I was furious. My figure slouched to where my head towered over my lap.
“I apologize, dear.” Mother said quietly as she put her hand on my lap and sat with me.
My tears, brimming at the edge. Threatening to fall, I can’t help it. With a blink of an eye, my tears had dropped onto my mother’s hand. Mother’s hand now forming into a fist. She feels guilty now.
