Felix's P. O. V.

"Do you really need to go?" I looked into the cold, emotionless mask on my best friend's face.

"Yes. I'm sorry, Felix." I pushed back my sadness; my best friend needed me!

"Don't worry about it, Cry! We'll see each other again! I'll come visit you in 1st grade! My mom will let me!" That was a lie and we both knew it. If I ever got to visit him, I'd need to be the one paying. My mom didn't have the money. It made us feel better, though. Cry's mom honked the horn and gestured for him to hurry up.

We hugged one last time before I walked him to his car. I smiled and waved as they pulled away. I saw Cry's small hand waving back. A tear streaked down my cheek as he turned a corner and left my sight.


I taped the last box shut and looked around the room. This was the last box before we were finished moving. I sighed at all the happy memories witnessed by those walls. I heard a honk from outside signaling my time for reminiscing was up.

I lifted the box and walked out to the waiting truck. I checked the mailbox one last time. Still no letters from my old friend. He promised to write, but he never did.

I sighed and loaded the box into the truck. I pulled open the door and sat down next to my mom. She smiled and said cheerfully, "Look on the bright side! You might get to see Cry again!" I smiled and nodded. I turned to look out the window and sighed.

"Maybe."


I unloaded the last box into the new house on the outskirts of town. Mom left to return the truck to the moving company.

I walked in to try to find my backpack and books for the new school year. I packed everything away and walked up to my room. My bed and desk were set up, and the computer was going to be set up while I was at school the next day.

I sat down on my bed and looked over at the picture on my desk. Two little kids, one smiling, and one whose face was covered by a ceramic mask.

I smiled and pulled one of the books out of my bag to study. I read until my mom got back and we ate dinner. I choked down the American food with disgust.

Afterwards I walked up to my room and changed out of my dirty clothes. I laid down and looked up at the dark ceiling. My eyes closed and I drifted into sleep and the usual dreams swam into view. Cry and I ran through the fields of Gothenburg happily.