I opened the trunk and pulled out my suitcase, already grinning out of excitement. I was a bit nervous, but my curiosity was bigger than my fear. Soon mom came around the car to help me and I pushed her hands away.

"Mom. I'll be fine.", I sighed setting my black suitcase on the ground.
"I know it's just…", my mom gasped and once again she began to cry.
I didn't hesitate any longer and pulled her into a hug, trying not to lose any tears myself.
"I'll be fine. I promise.", I whispered, pulling back a bit, "I'm the one who wanted this, remember?"

I smiled hoping to cheer her up a bit, but somehow it only made the situation worse for her.

"Phil!" I heard a familiar voice calling from the distance and spun around to see a dark-haired, tall boy running along the beige pavement.
"PJ!", I yelled and ran towards my friend, crashing into him and he welcomed me with a tight hug.
We soon pulled away noticing it was a bit awkward.
"Man, I can't believe you're finally here. You're gonna love it here.", he smiled and looked over my shoulder towards the car, where my mom was still crying, "Wow, your moms seems to be taking it pretty bad."
I looked back and shook my head.
"Yeah, she's not ready to let go of her little boy.", I sighed and turned to make my way back to get my suitcase. PJ close behind.

PJ stopped with a halt and did a short wave to my mother, who attacked him with a tight hug.

"PJ.", she gasped, "You've gotten so BIG. It's been forever since I've seen you."
PJ looked at me over her shoulder, rolling his eyes but still smiling.
"Yes, Mrs Lester. I'm a big boy now.", he giggled, not knowing if he should hug back or not.
I interrupted the hug and pulled on her shirt.

"Mom, it's enough now."
She pulled away and wiped away the tears with her purple sweater, leaving black stains from all the mascara she was wearing.

I closed the trunk and took a grip of the handle of my suitcase. I took a step back so my mother wouldn't hug me again the next 20 minutes. And yes, if I had let her she would've held me another hour.

"I guess I'll get going.", I said and my mother slowly nodded, folding her arms in front of her chest.
There was an awkward silence and you could tell she was trying her best to hold back, but as my mom was, she couldn't.

"Sweety, if you ever need anything, you know you can call. And even if you decide that you want to come back home, its fine. You can-"

"Mom.", I interrupted her, "I'm going to go now."

I waved one last time and gave PJ a look saying that we should leave as soon as possible, before she steals more precious minutes I could spend getting to know people and looking around the school.

As PJ was he hugged my mom one last time and whispered something in her ear I couldn't hear and I shook my head. As soon as PJ was back beside me I turned around and walked towards the giant building that would be my new school in 8 weeks. Yes, in 8 weeks.

I had decided to go to a boarding school about 5 hours away from where I lived. How I came up with that crazy Idea? PJ. I'd known PJ for 5 years now. We met on Youtube when we first started making videos and soon became best friends. He use to live where I lived, that's how my mom got to know him, but about 2 years ago he decided to go to a boarding school, I would finally be able to call my new home. Instead of getting use to the school right when the classes started, the school insisted I move in at the beginning of our summer vacation, which seemed to be pretty fun at boarding school. Partys, Festivals in the area and all kind of crazy stuff PJ said I 'would notice when they happen', which kind of scared me.

We went to the principles office, I signed in and got the chance to replace Pjs roommate Daren, who PJ hated more than anything.

And soon enough stood in front of the boys Dorm and I took a deep breath.
"You nervous?", PJ asked waiting to push open the tall doors.
"Kind of. I don't know anybody here.", I answered, noticing my hands beginning to sweat.
"It'll be fine. I have some awesome people I want to introduce you to as soon as you put your stuff up in the room."

He smiled at me one last time and pushed the doors open. His room, or now our room was number 215. Luckily easy to remember. Anyway it was the only door in the hallway, covered with comic figures PJ had drawn.
He unlocked the door, throwing me a pair of keys.

"Here it is. You can go ahead, look around and I'll be right back. Just want to tell the others you're here.", he smiled and left me alone. I watched him as he ran down the stairs, that led outside and walked into the room.