Sicut ad terminum, sic incipit.
I was dying.
I couldn't feel anything; I felt like I was suspended in time. I wasn't really sure how my life culminated at this point, but I knew it was worth it. Sacrifice for the ones I love, the one I love. It wasn't too long ago where I had wished for my life to be something different, something special. But as it ended, so it began.
I would never have thought that moving to the suburbs Washington, D.C. would become such a threat to my life as I knew it. My adoptive father is a Colonel in the U.S. Army, a pretty distinguished rank, but it comes with the price of never being home. Because of his job, we move around a lot. I mean every two years or so. I've been in school after school, house after house, and haven't had many long lasting friends. That is, unless we ended up moving to the same base somewhere down the road.
This move was just like every other one. I was a grade ahead and had just finished my sophomore year in high school. We were relocated here, to the populous and the "has-everything-you-need" D.C. suburb of Claxton, Virginia. It is a place like I have never seen before. Most military bases are surrounded by small towns, mostly built up due to the base itself. But here, the roads are packed, everyone seems to be in a rush, and there is a Wal-Mart at virtually every corner. Really, everything you could possibly need is just up the road.
We moved into a house on a cul-de-sac not too far from what will be my next new high school. A decent sized two-story house, it is virtually a clone of every other house for miles. That was the problem with Claxton, everything was the same. Same cars, same dogs, same stores, same daily routine. I had been there a week and it was already mind numbing. But, who was I to complain. I had just gotten my driver's license and it wouldn't take long to get anywhere with my friends. Once I managed to find some.