phil
i stood in my dejected room, melancholy about having to leave, clutching my last box of intimate items that would hold me close and make me remember anything i loved so much about this room.
i stared at my white, empty bedroom walls, that once held bright drawings and colorful posters and bits of happiness and pieces of joy and clippings of magazines i'd picked up along the way.
the miserable walls stared back at me, their faces blank with emotion as i looked on, downcast.
"phil," my mum called, down the stairs. she was in a hurry. "it's time to leave, dear." i could hear sadness in her voice as well. we had all come to love this house, it's where we'd lived since i'd been born and my brothers. too.
i trudged down the stairs, my head down, my shoulders defeated.
i turned around, gave the only home i'd ever known one last look, and left.
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the car ride was dismal, the weather was gloomy.
i was silent in the car,
my dad was trying hard to cheer us up,
my mum was telling us about all the fun things in london we could see and do,
the boys were entertaining themselves, giggling about something that had happened at school,
i stayed silent in the car.
i was overwhelmed with emotion about leaving.
all my friends.
all my teachers.
all my studies.
all my happiness.
i didn't want to leave it behind, but i knew there would be new friends and teachers and new studies and new happiness
how would things ever look up?
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after a car ride that dragged on for an eternity, we reached our destination.
our new home.
sure, it looked fine, but i still missed the other one.
sure, the door was fancier then the other, but i still missed the other one.
sure, there was a close playground, nearly a block away that the boys were overjoyed about, but i still missed the other one.
sure, the kitchen had a delightful refrigerator, magnificent countertops, a beautiful dining room table, and sure, i couldn't wait to cook in that kitchen, but i still missed the other one.
maybe i could like this new place.
[A/N] thanks to anyone who reads, the fact that people have read this has me quaking. thank you so much, it means a lot to me. xx
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