Why... Me?

The Move.(>.<)

"England?!" I exclaim, torn between not wanting to leave and my huge interest in that country, Momma sighs.

"Yes, honey, England. I've got the boxes outside of your door." Momma says, getting up and momentarily putting her hand on my shoulder before she leaves. I sigh, feeling a tear slip down my cheek, I guess I really don't want to go. I open a drawer in my desk and get out my prayer book. Yeah, I know what your thinking, 'Oh no, its some dumb, goody-two-shoes girl!' But, hear me out, my prayer book is basically my diary, I write everything I need help with in it. But I write everything as a prayer, because I've found that if you pray and ask God to help you, sooner or later, he will. Yes, I know that this is very cliche. and everyone says it, but its actually true. I sigh and begin to write.

7/1/12

Father, please help me with ths move, I honestly didn't see it coming. Help me be okay with the move and not disrespect Momma and them. Please don't let Chuck come find me... I've told you about the situation I'm in with him, I still haven't healed completely. I guess that's about it..... Amen.

I close my book and sit it on top of my desk, along with my iPod and get up. I walk over to my door and grab a box, then head over to my closet. Guess it would be easier to start with clothes first. I open my closet and grab out my shirts, then jeans and shoes. I grab my camo draw-string bag and sit it on my bed for stuff to do on the way there. I guess old habits die hard, ha. After I empty out my closet I closet I close that box and lug it over to the hallway when another thought hits me, and I freeze.

What about my horse?

I start panicing. "MOM!!!!" I scream, and begin to run down the stairs, only to trip on some boxes and end up a sobbing heap in the floor. Momma comes thundering up the steps with a wowrried look on her face.

"What is it, darlin'?" she asks, crouching on the floor next to me and pushing the hair outta my face.

"I've been through to much with Boy to just leave him here! What're we gonna do 'bout him?" I sob, leaning into my mother's hug.

"Honey, of course we're bringin' Boy with us! To tell ya the truth, we're actually moving to a horse ranch!The owners heard about your horse whisperin', and they were goin' to sell anyways, so they contacted me, and I told them yes!" Momma laughs.

"Shouldn't it've been my decision if we moved or not, since it was me who convinced them to contact us?" I ask, choking back a sob.

"Oh, honey," Momma says, "There's other, more specific reasons on why we have to go that I can't tell you, though I wish I could."

I sigh...I've been through this 'I want to tell you but I can't' thing before, its better to just give in.

"Fine..." I say, trailing off.

"Okay, sweetie... Thanks for understanding." Momma says getting up, patting my knee and leaving. I get up and walk over to my door, grabbing another box. I bring the box to the middle of my room and begin to put my books and movies into it. I sigh, know what my Grandma was like when I was like, six, before she died mot of the Disney movies that she bought me are gonna take up most of this box. I grab entire stacks of movies and put them into the big demon-like box that means leaving my friends and basically, my entire life behind!

***

I sigh, looking out of the plane window as we pass by the fluffy, white, poor, homeless clouds. "Momma, what are we gonna do about our car?" I ask.

Momma glances at me, "Oh, we're just gonna buy another one."

"B...buy another one?!?! Momma, we didn't have much money at home! It took all we could do to keep us AND the horses goin'! I mean, we're go- wait, how much did it cost you to buy that horse ranch from those people?" I exclaim, outraged that Momma would be okay with spending that much money when we barely have any money! Momma starts to look nervous.