Taking Off Your Mask

The New Home

I talked to my mother about me moving out. She said that she didn't care about where I move as long as I'm safe. I started to pack my belongings into large boxes. I went through out the house finding my old keepsakes. They brought back many old memories. Some were good, some were memories that I never wanted to think about again. There was one item in particular that I hated, but I have no idea why. It was a small blanket. I don't quite remember where I got it or even why I ever kept it.

"Hey Ma? Where did I get this?" I said giving her the blanket.

"Oh, That thing? Well, you got it before your grandfather died. We were at Disneyland for Christmas and you brought along one of your friends. He gave it to you as a gift when we got there," she said slowly picking it up,"The poor child. He got in a car crash when his parents picked him up when we got back home. He was in the hospital for quite a while. His parents would never let you see him. They thought the mask you made him was something an angel had made, since he was in such bad shape."

"Why did we never see him when he got out?"I asked.

"Well, they moved to Florida. They didn't really tell anyone that they were leaving. As soon as he got out they moved," mother explained.

We finished packing up all the boxes and I made all of us some grilled cheese. I quickly ate and went back upstairs to my bear room. All that was in it was my bed and a couple of boxes. Oh god how I'm going to miss this room. All of the memories, good and bad. I walked over to my bed and plopped down on it. I sat there thinking about the boy. I tried to remember his name. Was it Raylln? No, it's too girly. All I remember its that it started with a R. The thing that I'm questioning most is the mask. I don't remember ever making a mask of any sort. I didn't even make the tribal mask in fourth grade because it bugged me that we were pretending to be people who were murdered mostly by their own kin.(I'm just making random things up). I think that this is why I've always hated masks. I've hated them for as long as I can remember, which is apparently not a lot.

After I was finished wondering about things I may never know, I went back downstairs and put the rest of the boxes in the moving truck.(I've never moved so I don't know how these things work so PLEASE tell me if I'm wrong) I have to fly to florida tomorrow so I can look at the apartment and see if everything was okay. I started to panic. I've never really been scared of planes since I've been on them every year since I was 3, but now was a different story. I am leaving my mother and sister. I have no one to pick me up and drive me home. I'll have a new start there, and thats not necessarily a good thing.

To relieve my stress I opened my laptop and clicked on Cry's channel. He had an hour long video of The Last Of Us uploaded. This is most likely going to soothe me. "On the last episode:(insert thingy here cause im too lasy to look up what happened)"Cry's voice echoed through my headphones,"And so it continues,"

—short time skip—

"NO , JOLE, YOU CANT DIE." Cry yelled. Tears started to fall down my cheeks. Surprisingly Cry took Jole's death like he was Jole's son. It wasn't very noticeable ,but I could still tell.

I clicked on the comments section of the video and said "Cry, I feel your pain. I reacted the same EXACT way when my father died. He died when I was 9. Someone, well lets say it wasn't a natural death. Hopefully when I finally get my stuff to Florida and I get settled in I can finally feel like I, well, like I'm not just living near his grave because I was forced to. Hopefully he can see that I want to be closer to his home and family so I can get better. Well, sorry for writing so much. Keep doing what your doing. I love you." I hit the post button and got my luggage and carryon ready. I jumped into the car with my mother in the drivers seat and my sister on my lap in the passengers seat. Thank god it wasn't a long drive to get there. My leg was half asleep when we got out of the car. We carried my stuff to the luggage claim ( I don't remember what its called) and got my ticket. It took quite a while to get through security and to the gate. We left early like we always do so Louise and I can play a little before we say our final goodbyes.

"Ebony, please don't go. I'm going to miss you very much. Can you at least video chat me every now and then?"Louise pleaded. She was very convincing for being her age. She had language scores of a 3rd grader when she was only in 1st.

"Well, if you promise to keep your grades up and be good for momma, I'll try to visit you as often as I can. But, there will never be a definite yes to coming here if I don't have enough money. OH, I'm sorry Louise but I have to board now I wish I could stay longer" I said, kissing her head and hugging mom. I turned around and grabbed my carry on and my ticket. I slowly make my way up to the entrance and took my seat near the front. Hopefully there are no crying children or fat people sitting next to me.

—TIME SKIP—

I woke up to a slight shaking. "Miss, Miss. We are in Florida. You should start getting your things ready."the woman next to me said. I opened the window and watched as we started landing.

__AN: Sooooo sorry for not updating. I had lots of school and lots of writers block so i hope you all enjoy__