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We Have To Go

Texas. I used to live in Texas. That is until my Mom and Dad, both got a great opportunity or whatever and are moving us. They're rooting us up from our small town routines and are dragging us to England.

Of all places, why England?!

Bradford to be specific.

This opportunity is too big to pass up apparently. So we are packing up all of our belongings, and selling our already huge house.

I fit the rest of my stuffed animals into a big brown box and sit back onto my bed staring into the box.

A silent tear finds its way onto my cheek, moistening it. Someone sits down onto my bed next to me. I don't have to look up to know that it's Taylor.

Legally, she's not my sister. Mentally and emotionally, she is. She's also my best friend, and my hope.

Her parents are always on business, always. They were always traveling. She has a little sister and brother, making her the oldest. It wasn't that her parents left them when they went on business, because that would be the exact opposite. Every time they went somewhere they did. Taylor got sick of it. Fast.

The last time they were leaving, Taylor threw her bags down and crossed her arms over her chest. She refused to go. So her parents begged mine to let her stay here with us.

My parents loved Tayor. So they had no problem letting her stay here. She's been staying with us for two years now. And she's coming with us.

"Hey. Don't go off crying on me." She says smiling at me. I look at her. It was a forced smile.

She hand me a sparkly roll of duct tape. "We pack this last box and then we can watch Frozen for the rest of the day. So hurry up!" She says giving me a big genuine smile this time. We drag my box out to the car and shove it in the back-back seat. There were three rows of seats and the trunk and the very back were being used for boxes. I close the door back and we walk back to the house.

My brother was in the kitchen playing his psp and eating straight from a jar of Nutella and drinking a bottle of A&W. We used to argue constantly but we have both kinda gotten over that.

"Hey," I say to him. "Whatcha doing there, Jayden?"

He barely glances at me, focusing on his game. "I'll put it in a way you will understand." He says, moving his hands quickly over the controls of the gaming system and pauses it. He looks up at me and Taylor. "Football." He says slowly pronouncing each syllable.

"Do you wanna go play with your Hot Wheels later?" Taylor and I both look at each other waiting for his answer. Jay and I are three years apart. He used to always beg me to play cars with him. I normally refused, but sometimes while he wasn't in his room, I'd sneak in and wait for him to come back and we would play.

Two years ago when Taylor came, we would all play with his cars for hours and hours. And at some point it just kind of stopped.

Jay looks up at me. "I have to win this game." He says simply. He looks back down to his game and unpauses it goes back to playing.

Life hit him too hard. He grew up too fast for me. Too fast for my taste anyways. I mean he was 14, but I guess I thought he would stay that little kid who has literally thousands of Hot Wheels.

"Well," Taylor says looking at her hands. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" She says just like Anna did in the movie.

"I really don't." he says not even looking up.

"Ok, but we'll be watching Frozen in the living room if you change your mind." I say.

He doesn't look up. Yep, way too fast.