The Christmas to Remember

chapter three

It was finally moving day.

I packed everything in four luggages, one for shirts and jeans/shorts, another for shoes, and last for any item I don't trust in that moving truck. I packed all the things that Zach and his family had given to me into another luggage.

Everything was packed and I was dreading every part of this ride. The long drive. The headaches.

We were moving to Portland, Oregon, DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR THAT IS FROM TEXAS !?!?! REALLY FLIPPING FAR !!!!This drive was going to be a pain.

Zach was crying his eyes out and i was trying my hardest to stay focused and not cry. But once I saw Zach crying, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I started to bawl my eyes out but it was only Zach and his mom to comfort me. My parents nor my sister cared if I cry, they probably thought I was weak and such. But whatever moving on.

An hour passed, I was leaving and Zach was chasing our car trying to stop us from leaving "COME BACK Y/N" I didn't want to look back.

The ride was still a pain even though I slept most of the time. There were so many rocky roads, at one point I didn't even think we were going the right way.

We stopped at a gas station, and me being me, I didn't want to get out of the car, big mistake. A homeless man knocked on the window over and over again, I was terrified. Then my dad ended up scaring him away, which was even more terrifying.

*three days later* (I don't actually know how long it takes but whatever)

We arrived to the apartment home we were staying at until we find a more comfortable house. My eyes were red from holding in my tears but no one cared. My parents were the kind that never cared, but when they did I was always the one to blame. I missed Zach but I had to realize that we'd never see each other.

It was just the beginning once again.

My parents were out so I was all alone in the house ,besides my sister, so I decided to unpack...