Trying To Hide the Obvious

Chapter 1 The Discovery

My name is Cassidy William.  I am almost sixteen years old and a junior in high school.  I am an only child.  My mom died when I was two years old.  My dad is in the military, so we are all ways moving.  He is also never home.  My story starts on a cold March day.  It was the day before my birthday, and I was going to spend my birthday in a car.  We were moving from Washington DC (by far my favorite place we have lived so far) to a town in Florida.

Most people think hey, Florida.  Nice weather, Big beaches, who wouldn't want to live there.  I don't.  This is the first place I've actually had friends.  Sure, it's cold most of the time and almost all of our school field trips are to museums, but I like it here.  I stand outside on our front porch waiting for it to start to rain.  It was cloudy out and everyone could tell it was about to.

My dad calls me inside.  He smiles at me.  When I don't return his smile, he tells me to go finish packing.  I walk into my room, and sit down on my bed.  The only things I had left to pack is my blankets and my scrapbooks.  I get a new scrapbook each time I move.  Usually, I don't even fill up one.  I filled up three while in Washington DC.  I fold up my blankets and put them in a box.  Then, I sit on my bed and look through my scrap books.

The first picture I come across is a picture of me and my boyfriend, Mike.  His dark brown hair makes my light blond hair stand out like fire in the middle of the night.  In the picture, it is just after sun set.  We are siting on the local beach, watching the sun set.  My friend, Alex, is taking the picture.  Right afterwards, Alex left leaving me and Mike alone.  I smile at the memories of that night come washing over me.

The next picture is of me and Alex.  It was taken a couple hours before the first.  Mike took this picture.  We are laughing our heads off for no reason other than that we were all there together.  The smile slowly fades from my face.  I am going to miss them.

The next picture is of the three of us.  We all have arms on each other's shoulders.  I am in the middle.  This picture was taken at the same place as the other two.  Tears start to roll down my checks.  I hadn't realized that dad had been watching me, but I guess he had because next thing I know, he is hugging me.

This was the first place I have ever not wanted to leave.  I shrugged dad off, and got the final box from the corner of the room.  I put all three scrap books in it.  My dad stays silent as I close up the box and put it with the rest of our stuff.  Then I walk outside and across the street.  Alex lives across the street from us.

When she sees me coming, she comes running out of her house and hugs me.  I remember the day we firts met.

She was outside playing basketball with her little sister when we first pulled up to our house.  I climbed out of the car and went and sat down on the front porch.  Dad left me alone.  She comes walking over with her little sister.  She introduces herself, and we instantly become best friends.

When we quit hugging, she starts talking about how she'll miss me.  I tell her I'll miss her, too.  We talk until my dad comes outside and says it is time to leave.  I give Alex one last hug and promise to call her.  Then, I leave.  We are staying in a hotel tonight.  Dad drops me off there while before he helps the movers load up the truck.  I crawl into bed and call Mike.

He talks to me gently until I fall asleep.  Then, he hangs up.

THe next morning, I wake up, take a shower, get dressed, and get into the car.  Dad hadn't said anything to me all morning.  I don't yell at him, because he isn't a morning person.  He never really says anything until about ten in the morning.  It is six right now.

We stop at a resturant to eat breakfast.  Then, we het back into the car and drive for a while longer.  We stop for lunch at about one a.m.  I eat my lunch in silence.  I am starting to get mad at dad now, but I still don't say anything.  At about five p.m., we arrive at out new town.  We stop for dinner at a local resteraunt.  I am supper mad at dad by now, but I still don't say anything.

When we get to our new house, I get out of the car and go sit on the front porch with my arms crossed.  Dad helps the movers unload the furniture.  When allmost all of our stuff is inside, I go inside, too.  I go into what is my new room.  Most of my boxes and all of my furniture is in my room.

I pick up one of my boxes at random to start unpacking.  Of course, the box I pick is mybox of scrap books.  I take one look at them and start to cry.  I don't make any noise while I cried.  I continued to cry as I put my scrap books on my book shelf.  I had been very emotional here lately.  I quit trying to unpack and decide to go for a walk.

I tell dad and he says okay.  I am infrontof a store close to my new house when I start to get dissy.  I sit down on the bench in front of the store until my head clears.  That's when I finally put the pieces together.  I go into the store.

I had some allounces left over from last week.  I go and buy a pregnancy test.  The cashier looks at me funny.  I walk into the bathroom, and lock the door.  Then, I follow the dirrections on the box.  Then, it said to wait two minutes.  I don't think I could have waited twominutes in that smellybathroom, so I put the test in my pocket and left the store.  I walk around.  Right next to the store is a park.  If I was back inDC, thepark would be empty.  However, there were lots of children running around with their parents.  When I think that two minutes have past, I walk into the park bathroom.

I lock the door and take a deep breath.  I pull the pregnancy test out of my pocket.  There are two pink lines.  I don'tknow what that means, so I take the box back out of my other pocket.  Two pink lines is a possitive.