The Move

2 - texas? texas.

Logan's POV

"So, you're telling me we are moving to Texas, and last night wasn't a joke?"

I still was not able to get it through my mind that we were moving. After I found out last night, I was mostly quiet the rest of the dinner thinking about things. I have been playing basketball with the same team for as long as I could remember. My coaches and teammates shaped me into the player I am now. It is just so hard to wrap my mind around leaving them. How would I tell them? How could I tell them?

"Yes, Logan, we are. The promotion they talked about at dinner last night included a move," my Dad said as he was sitting at our dining room table searching for places to live on his computer. "Surprisingly, living in Texas is pretty cheap."

"That is good for you, but what about me? What about basketball?" I asked while taking a seat next to him.

He lifted his head from his computer and looked at me through his glasses with a solemn look on his face.

"Sweetheart, I hate to pull you right before your senior year to go to a new school, but your future is already planned out. You have a lot of offers for college so you can go wherever you want. You even got a full-ride offer from your dream school. Your future is sealed, sweetheart," he said as he looked back down at his computer after finishing his spill.

"I don't care about my future. I care about my senior year! I want to finish it with all of my friends instead of having to make all new ones! Who is to say that they will even like me there," I said while staring at him like it would change his mind, even though I already knew his mind was made up.

"Logan, you know how much this promotion means to us since we are a one-income house now since your mother passed. You are a very likable person who will make plenty of friends."

"New people just want to be friends with me for the clout Dad, they don't care about me," I said while my voice faded off.

"Logan, look at me," he said while closing his computer and taking his glasses off, "You are the highest rank girls player in the country. That is going to happen whenever you are successful with whatever you do. And you are very successful, especially at your age. And who cares about them? It is only for a year until you go to college."

"I guess so, but-"

"And you need to own the fact that you are good at basketball. All of these awards and achievements that we have sitting around the house were hard-earned, so don't keep that shit a secret. You worked hard for it, especially after your mother died, so you deserve the recognition. Stop thinking so low of yourself," he said while rolling his eyes at the end.

"I guess, but what-"

"No buts to it. I know I'm right, so there is no point in arguing. And you better start packing. I am needed there by Thursday of next week, so we need to get our stuff together and leave on Tuesday. I would also recommend one last basketball game with all of your friends too."

***

"Wow, Logan, you're the first one here. That's something I haven't seen before," Cole said as he walked into the gym as I was shooting some shots.

"Yep, and you probably won't see it again. Where are the others?" I asked as I held the ball.

"They all are coming in after me. I saw your infamous Dodge Charger and had to come to see if it was you actually in here earlier than everyone else," he said as he took the ball from me and started dribbling it.

"Hey, Logan!" Trinity yelled as she walked in the gym with Jonah, my other closest friend.

"Hey guys, everyone come over here," I said as they all sat their bags down and crowded around me. I was surrounded by my three best friends who have been there for me throughout middle and high school. And now I have to pick up and leave.