New City

Moving

Today is the day I move, to a place I know nothing about. My parents have been slipt up for about a year now and my mom is very sick and she has set it up where I have to move with my dad, I don't want to leave my house here in Georgia.  My dad moved off about 6 months after they slipt up. He moved completely out of the USA I have no idea where he is.... I'm scared to see him because he was never really there to begin with for my whole life he was always gone doing something like, hanging out with his friends or out at a club.

Its my fist time going on a plane.... I'm really nervous my best friend convinced her mom to let her go with me and I'm so thank she could. I'm 17 and I'm so happy to have a person like Paris she is my best friend and she has always been there for me she has the most prettiest eyes they are a really soft blue. Her hair long and straight and a pretty blonde. We have been friends for a long time.... the only factor that we have is that she is a year older than me. I stand in my room looking at my mom thinking ,"what are you going to do when she finds out that you are scared to leave?" My mom names is Anna and she is 45, my dads name is Tod he is 46 and he is the one who is always doing something the one I mentioned early.

I really don't have a lot of things I need to take the only thing I'm taking is everything I need and a few pictures one of me and my mom and one of me and all of my school and the final picture I'm taking is one of me and Paris. I set my bags on my bed run down stairs and give my mom a good bye kiss. I rush outside to see my neighborhood again and than slowly walk back up the stairs to get my bags. As soon as I walk into my room there is knock at the front door my mom opens the door and there stands Paris already to go. Her hair is pulled back and she is in sweat pants I glance over the top of the stairs looking down at the front door and Paris is looking at me, she rushes inside and comes up the stairs and she comes into my room, she looks at me like I'm crazy because I have 5 bags on my bed and she only has 3. I'm really upset over the fact I have to leave.

I don't want to leave my mom or Paris ... I can't leave my mom because she is sick and might die and she doesn't need to die alone... Not like grandma did, Pairs told me when she got back from staying with me she would look after my mom. But to me it still doesn't feel right leaving not today. I get my bags and Pairs grabs the last 2 off my bed and we walk down the stairs my mom is standing there waiting for me to say goodbye but I didn't want to. I looked up at her, her eyes starting to feel with tears, "Mom please don't cry I'm gonna be okay," my heart dropped because I didn't know what was gonna happen when I got on that plane. My mom looked at me and whispered under her breath, "I know you will... I... just don't you to go.... you mean so much to me and I don't know what to do...." "Mom your going to be okay I promise you and it will be okay I'm always going to be here with you no matter what!"

"Come on Bella we got to go we are going to miss our flight!!!" I grabbed my mom and hugged her tightly I could feel her tears wet my shirt. I let her go and pick my bags up and walk out of the house. I put my bags in Paris' car and we set off to the airport and we finally get there after 30 minutes of driving. Her mom and dad followed us so they could take her car back home. I look at Paris with wariness in my eyes. "It'll be okay we'll get through it." I knew she was right. We get our bags out of the car and put them on a cart and we step foot into the airport.