Children Of The Wild

A perfectly good week doesn't end great

You know, for a week that had started off so well, this really wasn't the ending I had pictured. Well, maybe I'm just overreacting but finding out that some great uncle of yours just died and left your family his house isn't great. How so, you say? Well, did I happen to mention that this house was in a whole other country? France? And that we are moving to it, like TOMORROW? No, probably not. I mean it's not that bad, is it? Just casually leaving behind some of my best friends and fifteen years of my life. No big deal. And to add to that, I don't know what to do! Should I feel sad for this uncle? I didn't even know him! Wait that's not true, I do know what I should be doing: I should be packing up my stuff to move to a place I don't want to, because the va-                "SAM! THE MOVING VAN WILL BE HERE IN A HOUR SO HURRY UP!" Ah yes, as my brother has just very kindly reminded me, the van for our stuff will be here soon. Oh, that's Felix by the way, he's my first older brother, but only by two years. The second one is James. They're twins. Okay enough with the presentations, back to boxes. Clothes, done. Books, done. Other stuff, done. Bag for extremely long car trip, done. Now, it's time to break my back by carrying all of it downstairs. Yay, how fun!

The house looks so weird without all our stuff in it. Like... as if it had been stripped of all our memories, as if we were never even here. The walls are really white and not covered with pen marks from when we were little! I actually feel sad as I walk around the house, going from room to room, remembering everything that happened there. The bathroom where Felix once cracked his head because he was running on wet tiles. Mom and Dad's bedroom where we would all cuddle and listen to fairy tales or the kitchen where we would always bake cakes. It's just I don't know, I feel so empty and drained. Usually the house would always be colourful and cheerful! Now it's just dead. 

At 9 p.m we lock up the house and get into the car, all silent. At 9.23 p.m James and Felix are both fast asleep and snoring. Mom dozes off around 11 o'clock whilst Dad keeps driving along the silent roads. I'm just texting Lily, trying to reassure her, in vain, that we will always be friends. And yes I will Skype her everyday. And I will tell her if I meet a cute french boy. And of course I'll invite her to come stay. I love Lily but she gets really emotional, she kind of doesn't want to lose me because I was her first "real" BFF. Anyway, I'm going to listen to some horrible French Music for the next 10 hours because it's been a few months since I've properly spoken it. Oh, and I'm also going to stare sadly out of the window.