I felt terrible. It was that time. I had been dreading it ever since my parents had told me. We were moving. I was packing the car full of the things we needed and what we didn't was left behind. The boxes felt heavy and every part of my body was screaming for me to grab onto the door frame and never let go but something forced my limbs to move.
Eventually the car was filled to the brim. Dad sat down at the steering wheel and I waved goodbye to our house for the last time.
The journey was mostly silent with small moments when Mum tried to start a conversation but ultimately failed at every attempt. I stared out of the window and watched as the city I had grown up in all my life slipped away like sand through my fingers. Soon the houses became trees and the offices fields. I looked down at the goodbye card my class had made me. A small tear fell onto the paper. I tried to wake myself up from this nightmare but to no avail. My eyes became droopy and I closed them for a while.
The sun was setting when I woke up. Before I knew it, we were driving up a gravel path between some trees to our new home in the countryside. I got out and took a look at my new home.
It towered above me with a huge slanted roof. It looked like it was made 100 years ago. It was all wooden and everything about it looked crooked.
"Home sweet home." Dad said as he dragged the first of the many boxes to the front door.
I let my parents carry the rest of the luggage inside as I explored the grounds. It was an old detached house with a garden surrounding it and a woodland to the back. There wasn't much in this grassy area apart from an old tree, black and bare with age. A wooden swing hung from it, rocking slowly in the wind. I walked over to it and went to sit down but discovered something. On the seat was a teddy bear. It was dirty and a dark brown in colour with one eye missing and an ear had been ripped off. I inspected it for a while but soon got bored and walked into the new house.
It looked exactly how you would expect it to: dusty shelves; bare, creaky floorboards; furniture covered with white cloth. To think that I was going to spend the rest of my childhood here, the thought sent shivers down my spine.
