I felt a salty tear run down my cheek as I looked around the place that held my entire life. My over-flowing suitcase lay beside my coverless bed, and my windows felt exposed from the lack of curtains. I saw the place where the paint had scraped off because I would always put a cup of water there. My usually cluttered desk was now crystal clear, every memory that this room ever held was being tossed out the window. I would miss Montana. I would miss the fragrance of the woods, and the spray of the river on my face, I would miss sitting by the water and doing my homework. I would miss the hoot of the owl as I lay in my bed wide awake, anxious for the next day. I would miss my friends and family. I would especially miss my energetic, colorful, and artsy mother. After my father died when I was nine we became a lot closer; we told each other everything, stuff about our day, how I did on school assignments and such. My mother is an art teacher and her classroom is right below our home, I use to think it was cool having a house above her work, but then when I got older I thought "What is cool about having strangers painting underneath my home?" What if they're robbers checking out the place so that they know what to take when the come back that night! It really wasn't my decision to be sent away but I'm looking for a new change and maybe I'll like change.
"Rose, you're going to miss your plane if you don't hurry up." My mother's voice floated up to me from downstairs I heard it break at the end and I knew she was having a hard time with this.
"Be right there Mom." I yelled back in monotone. I'm usually the girl known for fighting in what she believes for, but being put on a plane and traveling to some unknown destination, nope no fight at all.
I turned and looked myself over in my full length mirror propped up on the wall. I always thought I looked like a princess from an exotic desert location. My dark brown hair that sometimes looks black that reached the end on my back, my brown cartoon looking eyes and a tan that any girl would kill for. Which is nothing like what my mom or dad looks like. I adjusted my red v-neck t-shirt, and decided I was finally ready to head down stairs. My feet clacked on the metal stairs on my way to the bottom. I paused to think about the times when I played on these stairs when I was younger. Everything in my life was far less complicated back then. When I got to the bottom of the stairs after I took a trip down memory lane, I was hit with a force like a wrecking ball. I wrapped my arms around my mother and hugged her back tightly as the tears started to flow once more.
"Don't worry Mom, I'll call and write, and we'll talk on the phone all the time, I promise." I told her.
"I know you will just..."
"Just what Mom?"
"I'll miss you so much you can never forget home." She cried into my shirt.
"Forget home? Who do you think you're talking to, I'll never forget." I told her. She finally let go of me and I was able to breath once more. Her sapphire eyes were puffy from crying and she was fighting to hold back more tears.
"I'll call you when I get there." I promised.
I tuned away and walked outside into the cool fall air. I looked back at my mother who was still standing there watching me go. I managed a small wave and a sad smile. It took all my strength not to turn back and run into her arms. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and walked down the street. All the way I kept telling myself "Don't look back. Don't look back."
When I reached the airstrip I thought about turning back, but that would cause my mother more grief. As I took one last breath I braced myself for what was to come. I stepped on to the plane, found my seat and plunked down. I was tired and hungry and thinking about what went so wrong in my life. I had wonderful family and friends, people would loved me, but all that was thrown down the toilet, my life and world was turned upside down. I put my head on the seat in front of me. "What did I do to deserve this, I was a good girl, my life was supposed to be happy and cheerful, not the big HUGE wreck that it is now." I sat there speaking quietly to myself. When I finally recovered from my mental break down I leaned back into my chair.
I closed my eyes and I soon felt myself drifting into a peaceful slumber. "Just wait until you wake up." I told myself. "Your life will be anything but peaceful."