Transcendance

Chapter One

It was Tuesday, "moving day". My parents and I were just about done packing for Wyoming, but I still had a few more scrap stuff laying around.
I walked over to the small vintage nightstand, and took hold of various books that were in the drawers; Noticing the dark clouds start to steal the sky away, I saw as tiny little droplets of rain started to collect on the surface of the window.

Walking away, my mother jeered at me from the bottom of the stairwell, signaling me to hurry up because my father was already loading up the truck. He wanted to get out of here before the rain started to pick up, we had about a 48 hour drive ahead of us; That is, with only little to no stops. I zipped the suitcases and bags shut and brought them down the stairs, almost forgetting that I had left my iPod and earphones sitting on the dresser, so I ran back up the stairs to get them.
I really hate road trips, I've been doing them for the majority of my life, not only that but other modes of transportation like planes and trains etc. Shoving the earphones and the iPod into the bottom pocket of my burgundy and black flannel, I then took one last glance at my bedroom thinking, sighing, "This room was very good to me, it's kept all of my secrets."
It's no doubt in fact that I've hidden razor blades under the carpet, but those are only for personal emergency uses, when I couldn't take it anymore.

I glanced at the far corner of my room, remembering the first time I snuck a guy into the house, and we made out in that corner on my huge beanbag. Although the flash memory satisfied me, I also hated it. Thinking of it made me glad I was moving away again.
Yesterday was my last day of school, but nobody knew about it. I didn't tell any of my friends that I was moving, not even my teachers or anybody, so it'll be a real shocker to discover the fact that I'm gone. Not gone from reality of course, but gone into another new dimension. Another beginning.

I wasn't in the midst of spending one more waste less afternoon in this boring town, so I walked slowly out of the room and shut the door behind me.
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My mom was throwing on her light blue rain jacket, by the time I made it  down the stairs. It was the jacket I hated the most that she always seemed to wear. It wasn't the style or the well being of it being a casual rain jacket, but more of the color. It seemed so sad and empty and full of lost ideas. Meanwhile, while I threw over my pitch black shiny rain jacket, I realized the color was so happy, mind blowing, yet so full of life. Imagine a sailor wearing a bright yellow jacket while sitting on a dock of an empty shore, I think not. How can one simply take man seriously with bright pity less colors? "Mother, your jacket is against my code of conduct, I think you should change it or allow dad to purchase you a new one when we arrive in Wyoming." I said, right after all of my seemingly negative thoughts of her jacket started to surface on the tip of my tongue. "Sweetie, this is the color of the sky, so eye-dazing and mesmerizing yet so beautiful, I can feel you drowning in that dark bottomless pity of sins, you seem to call your rain coat." I shot a mean glare at my mother for her immense remark, but shoved her out the way to bring my bags to the truck.
I knew we were in for a long ride, so I buckled my seat belt, plugged in my earphones, clicked "shuffle" on The Strokes recent EP album, kissed our little house goodbye and waited for my father to drive off.