Bury a Friend

1. Molly

Molly

"You're gonna miss me," my mom's voice wavers as she tries to hold back tears. She's helping me pack for move-in day. I got into my second choice of college, and though it's not far, my mom doesn't want to see her youngest child go.

"Of course. But not as much as you'll be missing me," I joked for comic relief. I'm the youngest for three at eighteen years. My oldest sibling, Georgia, is twenty-one. She's going into her fourth year of college, in New York. She's smartest of us three, not saying I'm stupid, but she's a genius. The middle child, Daniel, is nineteen, and a sophomore in college. He's studying in Madison, Wisconsin. He's the talented one. He can play guitar, violin, and the ukulele. He also likes to draw comics that go into his college newspaper.
 

 Then there's me. The youngest, the baby, and to some degree, the favorite. I'm heading into my first year of college. There's nothing special about me. I'm just the pretty one. I'm good at school, and decent at sports, but I'm not special. To everyone, I'm just pretty and ordinary. I'm staying in the city, but after I'm out, my parents will be alone. I, personally, don't see why that's a bad thing, but I've never had kids to leave me one by one.

 I heave a sigh as I shove the last bag into my car. I'm not going far, just nineteen miles away, only a fifteen minute drive. But I'm not going to be coming home to my parents anymore. Giving my mom one last hug, she breaks out into tears. My eyes start to water, not because I'm leaving, but because she's crying. "Ugh, mom, please don't cry. You're gonna make me emotional, too. That's going to be embarrassing when I get there with swollen eyes," I say, my pitch getting higher towards the end.

"I'm not crying!" she replies. That's what I would say. I've rubbed off on her.

Finally saying our last goodbyes, my dad pulls out of our driveway, and starts on towards my new home for the next two years. The drive was comfortably silent. The only noises being the traffic outside and the fain sound of the radio. I'm tired, but can't sleep.

We arrive and check in. My dad helps me carry my bags up to my dorm room. As we're cleaning, my dad gets a call, "Okay, I understand... Bye." Confused, I turn to him. "I have to go. There's an emergency at work. I'm sorry, you'll have to do the rest on your own. If you still need help, call tomorrow." I nod.

"Bye, dad," I hug him tightly. Then he leaves. He's gonna miss me. He doesn't like getting all emotional, especially not in front of others.

I sigh, really loudly.

After I finished cleaning, I have to start setting up and decorating. It's Wednesday, but I don't start classes until next Monday. I've got plenty of time, so now that it's getting dark, I'll just make my bed and relax. My room is small and only fits one person. There wasn't enough people in the freshman class to have another room of two, so I'm all alone. The only furniture provided is a bed, a desk, and a dresser. Not very cute ones either. The bed is too stiff, so thank god that I remembered to bring some cushion to go under my sheets.

Finally done setting up my bed, I lay down and start to doze off to sleep when suddenly...

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