My (Super)Hero [COMPLETE]

Chapter 2: Goodbye

This is it. This is the last night I'm spending in the middle of the mosquito-ridden countryside of eastern Florida.

A decision was reached and the conclusion was less than optimal, but this isn't about me. My parents need my support and as the oldest (if only by four years), it is my job to set a good example. My mom will stay in Florida and have some time to herself to sort things out, as for the rest of us... Well, my dad decided that we "needed a change in scenery". So, pretty much, he got a job elsewhere and Ethan and I had to follow.

To Queens, New York City.

The Sunshine State is my home, for many reasons. I've been a Florida girl my whole life long, and I can't imagine it any other way. I love the surf and sand, the theme parks that are practically around the corner, and never having to worry about the cold ruining your day.

Not to mention, all of my friends and family live in Florida. Do you know how hard it is to leave all of them behind and basically start over? Everyone says "oh, we'll keep in touch!", but that's one of the biggest lies you could ever tell me. I know I don't have a whole lot of friends here, but Kayla and I have been inseparable for years. Not to mention, I was just starting to make a name for myself at f/e/c/a (favorite extra-curricular activity).

I am trying to stay positive and think about the new life that I am going to have. I mean, I probably have it the easiest out of all of us. I have to admit though, I'm absolutely terrified. I've never lived in a big city before and switching schools in the middle of the school year is not going to be easy. On top of that, I'm transferring to Midtown High School, and I've heard it's not exactly easy come, easy go there. Everyone's a genius! How am I supposed to just be shoved into an environment like that and not drown?

I look around my bedroom, taking it in for the last time for at least a few months. I'm not taking much, just some clothes (I'll buy more when I'm there) and the stuff I can't buy when I arrive. I look at my photo album that I bravely decide to leave behind. I have been trying not to look at it too much, because it'll only remind me of what I'm losing, but tonight I just give in.

The first picture I flip to is one of 4-year-old me holding a new-born Ethan, and my parents on either side of me. Now I remember why I didn't let myself look at this book. A tear escapes my eyes, and though I wipe it away, it's replaced by another, and another, and soon I'm balling my eyes out, clutching the book to my chest.

When I finally wipe away my tears, telling myself that no good will come from my them, I glance over at my clock.

Oh, shawarma! I realize. It's already 11 o'clock!

I know that we have an early morning tomorrow, and everyone else was probably trying to sleep, so I dry the rest of my tears and climb into bed.

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Before I know it, it's 5:30 and my alarm wakes me up; I change into comfortable clothes- some soft leggings and a baggy t-shirt with a jacket on top, knowing it was going to be a relatively long flight. I lace up my converse and put my pajamas into my suitcase.

I just finished putting my hair up into a messy bun when I hear my phone ringing. I know immediately that it's Kayla, because I set f/s (favorite song) as the ringtone.

"Hey Kayla," I say unenthusiastically through the phone.

"Y/N, did you just wake up? Your flight leaves in less than four hours!" Kayla sounds like she's had caffeine injected straight into her blood stream.

"Yeah, I know, don't remind me, and why are you up? It's not even 6 o'clock yet!" As much as I want to be positive about this whole thing, it was still really hard for me.