Short Stories

A Moving Problem

"I don't want to do this. Just homeschool me! Going to a new school in your senior year means you won't make any friends." I said to my mom as she drove me to school, not my old school, the school I desperately want to go back to, but a school that I know no one in. It's social suicide I told her, going to a new school and going into it your last year, but she thinks I'm over exaggerating.

"Come on you'll make many friends. Plus we can't go back after what happened."

"It's not my fault, Dad was the one who decided to quit."

"Hey! Enough of this attitude. You're going and that is final."

I huffed and grabbed my phone out of my bag next to me. I turned it on and the first notification I could see was from my favorite person in the world. I opened it and it read "You excited for your new school?"

I replied back, "No, no I'm not. I miss everyone, especially you."

He took a couple seconds to respond back, but he replied with, "I miss you, too. We talked about this Mark, we will try long distance and see about it, but we are gonna text every day, that's a promise, ok?"

I stared at it for a couple seconds and looked at my mom. She was focused on the road with a little anger in her expression. I looked back at the phone and texted, "We will, definitely. I need someone to keep me focused on something else besides the move."

He replied with "Lol". After a couple seconds he replied again with, "Are you ever gonna visit us again? I'd like to see you again!"

I chuckled at the text and responded with, "Of course! Why wouldn't I? I need my friends and you, lol."

He responded with, "Lol". After a couple minutes of no one texting, he texted after with, "They're calling seniors to their homerooms now, I'll text you when I can, love you, bye." I looked at the text and sighed. I miss them all so much, it's upsetting that they're all still on the east coast while we had to move to the west coast near family.

I quickly responded, "Love you, too." To his text and closed my phone. I stuffed it back into my bag and laid down in the back seat of my mom's Subaru.

After a couple minutes of listening to the motor of the car hum, my mom stopped the car and told me to get up. I got up and looked out the window to see the school. It was large and wide in size and seemed to be able to hold an enormous amount of students. I grabbed my stuff and opened the car door leading me to the school. I shut the door and my mom rolled down the window and said "I love you Mark!"

I turned around and said "I love you, too." I turned back around to the school and mumbled under my breath, "Now it's back to square one."