I breathed in the smell of the clean sheets, listened to the distant wail of the sirens in the background. It would be sad to leave the city I've grown up in, the place I've known for 15 years. Dad wasn't too happy either but it has to be done. Just then, my alarm rang. I always do that; wake up before my alarm. Always exactly 5:55am, even on holidays or weekends. I decided to get up and get dressed.
My room felt alien without the paintings and posters. The walls where white washed and all my things (that were worth taking) had been packed into a cardboard box to be put in a van.
I tied the laces of my worn black All Stars. I said I would be sad to leave the city but on the other hand it would be a relief. A relief to have no one to know about me, my history, my mistakes. In a few hours I will have a fresh start, a chance to relive my life on a blank canvas.
