"You okay, honey?" My mom says, waking me up from my daydream.
"Wa- oh, yeah, im fine. I think im just gonna eat dinner upstairs" I say. I take the plate from my mom and head upstairs to eat. On my way up, i hear my mom sigh. Theyre always so disappointed in me, and its so annoying when they ask if im okay, and i say yes, even though im totally broken.
When i get upstairs, i put my plate down and jump on my bed, sprawled out, my face buried in my sheets.
Get a life, Stop complaining, and shut up!
Thoughts swarm in my head, always so negative.
Getoff your bed, and run away, they wont get you. Go to the creek in the woods and stay on the sand bank.
I try to dismiss my thoughts but they keep coming back to me
Sleep on the platform.
"Stop" I say, hoping theyll go away soon.
After about an hour, they do, and my mom knocks on my door and comes in.
"Hey, sweetie. Are you okay, you've been acting weird lately. Wanna talk?" She says.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME IM NOT OKAY?" I yell, running out of the room, and down the stairs. When i was about 3 and 4, whenever i was scared or upset i would hide behind this big chair thing in the living room. Except now i dont fit. So, instead of doing that, i went downstairs into my newly finished basement, and onto my big leather couch, burying my head into the cushions. I felt drowsy and curled up in the corner of the couch, drifting off.
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"Cameron? Family meeting in the living room. Now."
Whenever my dad said that, i felt sick. It always meant that i was getting in trouble, or my parents didnt want my grades to drop because i cant pay attention. I head upstairs and sit on the couch, still half asleep from the last events. My head lays on the big red and white pillow with the pretty butterflies sewed into it. My brother sits next to me, and my mom sits next to him, my dad on the ottoman that goes with the big chair thing i used to hide behind.
"We have something important to talk about, kids." My dad says, a sad face plastered on his face.
Oh no, whatd i do this time???
"We're moving." My mom says, staring at the ground.
"What." Im totally caught off guard. Where did that come from?
"To where?" My brother asks.
"Rhode Island" Dad says, sighing
"What's that? Is it in like, Baltimore or something?" I ask, not knowing that Rhode Island is 8 hours away from everything i love.
"No." My dad says. "Its right below Massachusetts"
"Oh." I say, not knowing how to respond to that.
My mom breaks the awkward silence by saying, "Ill just let sink in for you kids, why dont you go into your rooms and listen to music or something."
My brother and i nod in sync and head upstairs. When i get to my room, i turn on the radio, and hear a song ive never heard before. The radio announcer said it was called Good Riddance, and it was by one of my favorite bands, Green Day. I listened, hearing the guitar strum the last notes, and the beat stop as i waited for the next song to come on. I fell asleep on the floor just after i heard Linkin Park blasting from my brothers room.
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Hey guys, WASSUP! School in a few days, whoo! Yeah. No. Good Riddance is such a great song, and so is llike, every single other song from Green Day, i love them. Theyre amazing. I think im gonna name every chapter after a song thats good to listen to when you read it. OKKKKKK, BYYE!
