June

remember when,

Ever since i was 8 i remember constantly packing to move to a new house. My mom always gets jobs all across the country. You would expect me to by now, 17 years old, to be used to it, but i was far from it. Iw as tired of it. Making friends then having to tell them you are moving and just like that, it's all a memory, i thought to myself. "That would make a good story", i said aloud not noticing i said it OUT LOUD. "what would?", my mom asked. "Nothing. Are u ready?" i asked. We were moving once again. And i was gonna miss all the new friends i had made. "yes, are you?" she replied. I stayed silent hoping she would get the message. She looked at my sympathetically and said you "know this is for work. This is how i get you things. This is how i provide!" and with that she left the room. We were leaving tomorrow and i was far from ready to leave. I mean duh i had my stuff packed. But i was mentally and physically tired and drained from moving place to place to place.. I grabbed my blanket amd threw it over me, i reached for my computer. I was gonna go to sleep early so i could get all the energy i needed for tomorrow.

my eyelids flew open. My stomach was hurting. But why? I hadn't ate anything i shouldn't have!? i ran to the toilet and threw up everything i had ate the day before. As i cleaned up and walked back to my room a chill ran down my spine.. As if i was doing something wrong.. As if it was a sudden warning. I ignored it and marched back to my room, dozing off..

It was time to get up. But my body was tired. I snapped up and got dressed. I put on a black hoodie with black ripped jeans and black vans.
I hid my black hair is my hood and gathered my things. I heard my mom on the phone down the hall with my dad. They had been apart for a year or two now. I missed him.. I focused back on gathering my things and heading down to the uhaul. eventually the house was emptied.. And it was now time to leave. I waved bye at the house, like i hadn't been living there for 2 months.