The Boy Who Lived in the Shadows

Moving Day

          The wind felt bitter on my face as I walked towards the new house my father had bought and that my family was moving into. It was cold outside, as it was nearing winter time. The house that my dad picked out was a fairly medium sized house and seemed nice. I walked up to the door and turned the handle. The door opened and blasted me with warm air as I walked into the house and stood past the doorway slightly. The backpack that I was carrying on my shoulders was slowly sliding off and I decided to put it down since it was sliding off my shoulders anyways. I looked around the gigantic house, while I could hear the wind blowing into the house. It was such a neat house and my stomach jerked slightly, the thoughts of my old house reminding me that there was no going back there.              

          I remember when our old house was a really nice place. I still get homesick quite a bit. I missed my friends and all the fantastic memories I've had from there. I made myself sick the second my father announced that we were moving. I couldn't bare listening to him talk about how his life was going to be so much better when we moved. My life went downhill when we moved. I lost so many great friends and I just didn't want to move ever. But now, I had no choice, but to live here and attempt to try to make new friends, but it is super hard, being the socially awkward person I am, to make at least one friend. My mom said I'd be fine, and that making new friends was super easy, but she isn't me and she never will be. 

       I felt a hand clap my shoulder. "Hey darling. Don't you love it here? It's so big and amazing to look at!" My dad said while hauling box after box inside our new home.   

           "Yeah dad...real great. Gotta love it here. Love it with my whole heart..." I said sarcastically. He turned and looked at me while giving me a sort of death stare. He put the box he was holding down and put his hands on my shoulders.                       

        "Look, I know that you are nervous going to a new school and that you are homesick and miss your friends. But, trust me, you're gonna love it here. And I bet you'll make new friends in no time. You just gotta look in the right places, Jas." He said with reassurance.         

         I also hated that name. Jas. Jasmine. Jazzy. Whatever form of it, I absolutely hated it, with a burning passion. Why must I be named after a flower? Why can't I have a kick ass name, like Aeon, or Echo, or Chandler, or something besides Jasmine....? Stupid gender roles. I just absolutely hated it.  It felt wrong or unnatural when someone said that to me. But, it isn't like there is anything I could do about it. So, I just try to ignore it as much as possible and hope that it doesn't get used ever. 

    "Okay, whatever you say, Dad..." I said as I sat on the staircase that leads upstairs to what I assumed, other bedrooms and probably another bathroom. I sat and just thought to myself,  Why is this happening? It hasn't  even been a full day since we've moved here and I have to go to school tomorrow...why me? 

    I don't even know how the school day is gonna go, but I can guarantee that it won't go well at all, being the "new kid" and all. But, what I didn't know, is that this school was going to change my life and that my life was in general going to change ever since I've moved here............

Big time.