I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 44: People of the Past

My mind wandered endlessly as my last teacher of the day went on and on with final reminders. Winter break was coming up but instead of bubbling with anticipation for the bell I found myself slouched over my desk, thinking back to the events of this morning. 

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"Good morning!" I chirped, bouncing off the last step.

The quartet awaited me in the dining room, light chatter ringing through the immediate space. "Hello." Gran sang.

"Let's eat!" My mom declared, passing over a plate of scrambled eggs my way.

A large grin marked my lips as I piled on a mountain of food before me. "Someone's hungry." Gramps commented.

I only stuck out my tongue at him. "She'll grow up to be big and strong." My dad teased.

"You make me sound like I've been growing up on a farm." 

"Well, we need someone strong to bring in the produce." I rolled my eyes at my father.

My eyes were pulled towards the elderly man to my left as he cleared his throat. "Speaking of farms." 

Gramps' eyes pleaded with my father's, causing a crease between my brows. "What?" I let a little laugh escape wondering what the topic of the next conversation could be.

"I was going to wait until we've found a place." My father glared subtly at his dad. "We're thinking of moving."

"Moving?" I questioned. "As in, leaving this house and going somewhere new?" My dad nodded. "Where?"

Nobody answered my question, everyone choosing to return to their untouched plates. "Technically, it isn't 'new'." My mom finally spoke, her eyes still burning into her bacon. "We're just moving back." She offered a shy smile as she met my eyes. 

"Back where?" I pushed.

"Near us." Gran muttered.

"But, all my friends are here." I mumbled, looking down at the array of food at the center of the table. "And school."

"There's a much better school near our old house. It has lovely facilities and the average score of their student is much higher than at your current one. Plus, wouldn't it be great to be with Gran and Gramps for a lon--"

"What about Kee?" I was secretly wondering about Dylan as well, but I couldn't let my parents know that.

"It's not as if you won't see her again." My mother kindly inputted.

"Yeah, but I won't see her in school then." I argued. "I don't want to move schools!" I stood from the table. "You can't just expect me to uproot my life here!" I looked from the glazed over eyes of my parents to the vulnerable ones of my grandparents. "I'm sorry. I want to see you two all the time. I love you both so much, you know that." I held my Gramps' and Gran's hand in my own as I said this. "But," I loosened my grip. "I have a whole life here. I have so many friends here. I want to graduate with them during my senior year. I don't want to stand in my toga surrounded by a bunch of strangers I know nothing about." I could feel my heart racing, thinking about how I would have to leave all the people of importance in my life. " I have so many memories in this house. How could we just take everything out of these rooms and shove them into another house? How cou-- Nelson!" My hands darted to my mouth, covering the hole left by my dropped jaw. "What about Nelson's room? What are we going to do with his stuff? Is he going to have his own room still? Or are you planning on just putting all on his stuff into a dark closet?" I may have sounded angry, but beneath the emotions I was genuinely curious.