The Crush

|Where it all began|

Moving to a new town in the seventh grade was difficult in itself. You see, my new middle school was comprised from three elementary schools. Therefore, there were "new kids" from everywhere. Everyone made their friends in the sixth grade, so moving in the seventh was awkward. I remember my last day in my old house. Everything packed up. The lawn freshly cut, and the smell of cleaner brushed under my nose. Sleeping in my bright yellow painted room for the last time was sentimental, yet absolutely necessary. My mother; a drug addict since high school, has brought nothing but fear and crime into my family. I'm afraid before too long I will become entranced by these illegal substances my mother is all too familiar with, and quite frankly it's not in my best interest. My mother has traded in not just her family, but her wellness and her ability to live. Always held captive by these many substances, never her true self. Pill bottles filled her purse, normally stolen. Finally fed up, my father (not married to my mother) decided to leave. My sister and I had no complaints, and decided leaving town was best. As the U-Haul pulled out of the street, we waved goodbye to the house where our sanity was left. Many crimes took place in that house, some I've yet to mention. This new town was clean. Looked well kept, and friendly. Plenty of children and lots of laughter. Neighbors came to greet us on our first day in. They seemed nice and had two younger boys my little sister would come to hate. School started in two days, and inklings started to wander. this year, is the year I get a boyfriend. The year 2016.