I woke up from my bed. I walked down stairs and saw my parents and family in the living room sitting on the couch.
"Oh good! You're finally awake! We need to tell you down thing extremely important!" I nodded and sat down as my mom began, "We are moving." I widened my eyes. "What? Where? That's not okay!" I screamed, standing up. She looked down. "Your father is being moved for his job and we are moving to Virginia to help him." I stood there with my mouth gaped and tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't leave my life! All my friends! I ran up to my room and cried my eyes out.
This time I cried long and hard. This time I felt the pain. This time it was not a dream. I had just made a life. I had just found a boyfriend. I had just made a new friend. Threw a party. The most popular slut in my school was at that party. Now I'm moving halfway across the country.
I can't do this anymore. I've been clean for 2 years. I cut when my brother left. I went into my craft drawer. I took my long hidden, dust covered blade. I ran into my bathroom and locked myself in there. I slid the blade across my left arm 5 times. For each thing in going to lose. I felt a little better. I cleaned the blade. But I sat on the floor watching the blood drip down my arm as my tears rolled down my cheeks.
I heard Ella knocking on the door. I washed my arm off the flushed the toilet to make it seem like I peed. Then I put band aids on my arm and fixed my face and walked out smiling.
"My favorite slut in the whole wide world!" I said smiling and hugging her. I didn't hug her because I was happy to see her, which I was and all but I hugged her because I needed a hug.
"Let me see your arm." She said not smiling. I showed her my right arm. She grabbed my left arm. I saw the tears rolling down her face. I fell to the ground crying. "I'm so sorry, El." I whispered. She came down to the floor and hugged me. "It's okay. Your mom told me everything." I nodded not wanting to say anything. "I wrote another letter last night." I said into the shoulder. She laughed. I had been writing letters since his first vine. And I never sent one out. She's read some of them.
"Well hey! Look on the bright side! I'll be with you on your birthday! Tomorrow!" I started to cry again. This is my best friend since 1st grade. I'm now turning 17 and it'll be the last day we see each other.
It's going to be the worst day of my life and I owe it all to my parents.
-----next day----
I woke up to my little sisters jumping on my bed singing happy birthday. They could always make me laugh. I pulled them down hugging them as all 3 of us were laughing. We all get along fairly well.
I went downstairs to find my favorite Nutella crêpe waiting for me with a big tub of peppermints.
I smiled and thanked my mom and dad. I started to eat my crêpe as the kitchen computer started beeping. My mom opened it and I saw Marco beaming at me.
"Marco!" I screamed.
"Happy Birthday, Princess!" He screamed back.
We all laughed and talked my mom gave me a cupcake and put a candle in it then told me to make a wish. We all blew it out and my wish was to meet Matthew Espinosa.
After Marco hung up and the twins dispatched then I went up to my room. My mom already called my school telling them I wouldn't be there.
I put on my Monday outfit and I went outside. I walked to my favorite park and went straight to the swings. I live the swings. They're my favorite. I started swinging.
I was on the swings for what felt like an hour until I heard someone behind me. "Is this swing taken?" I turned around to see Joe pointing at the swing next to me. I shook my head.
"I heard about the move. But happy birthday! And I'll miss you a lot. A lot a lot. You were my first friend here. But we will text and video chat every day so it won't be so different!" He said trying to cheer me up. "Thanks but it's still upsetting." He nodded. We stood up and walked back to my house only to find all my friends waiting in my room.
We spent hours saying goodbye. Finally they all left, leaving me with Ella and Joe. We had a sleepover since I was leaving tomorrow. They helped me pack up all my stuff and we finally fell asleep. It was hard to sleep. I was tossing and turning all night. Going in and out of sleep then crying then sleep.
I finally couldn't fall asleep so I stayed up and watched Matthew Espinosa trying to stop crying. I felt Joe move. I looked at him and he sat up. "What's wrong?" He asked in a raspy voice, rubbing his eyes. "I can't sleep so I thought I would watch some Matt." He nodded and fell back asleep. Such a concerned boy. Can you say #oblivious?
The sun started rising and Ella woke up. We talked and talked about everything we were gonna do in the future when I went to Virginia and turned 19 then we would both move to California together.
Joe woke up and we all went downstairs to eat breakfast.
About halfway down the stairs I started to hear the noise. Lots of people talking, crates being moved. Trucks outside. It was complete chaos.
We walked all the way down to find 3 plates of pancakes and 3 glasses of chocolate milk. We sat down and ate as we watched strange men go up and down our stairs taking my stuff outside to the big moving trucks.
This was going to be hard.
