The Move

Prologue

"Han?" I said as my bestfriend Hannah answered the phone.

"Yeah hun..?" she answered softly.

"How soon can you be here?" I choked, holding back a sob. "I need to talk."

She must have noticed as she said 5 minutes which in Hannah language meant 28 minutes.

She hung up the phone just after saying, "Are you a volcano?"

I smiled to myself saying 'because I lava you.' but she was not gonna love me after I told her what my mom just told me.

I was sitting on my bed which was on the floor due to the fact I took my bed frame apart.

My mother was always telling me, "We aren't hobos!" or "Why did you take your bed apart, it's not like we're poor."

I sat in my bed thinking, 'Who is this gonna hurt more?'

I would miss my life.

I would miss my friends.
I would miss him.