The Big Move!
I love my life the way it is, but I will never actually learn what having a father around is. Not having him around is like falling from the skies and never stopping. I wish things were different. I wish I could have him see me grow up. I wish he could be there whenever I have trouble getting by. I walk among people like if there is nothing wrong. The truth is I'm dying inside, everyday there's like a big empty space inside my chest. I wake up in the mornings, and I'm already wishing for the day to be over. It's going to be about ten years that haven't seen him but, it feels like twenty though I'm only seventeen about to be eighteen in a few months.
Today is the big move. My mom and my sister and I are moving to Jewell, Oregon. Population 987 people. About three people per square mile. I'm about to graduate from high school. Perfect time to move. Getting away from all my friends, from all the jerks trying to get with me. I've never understood why they like me in the first place. I don't consider myself pretty. Just average looking, reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, over weight by ten pounds, olive skin toned. I don't get it.
"Bella, honey we're leaving. Are you ready?" my mom said while stopping to lean by my room's door.
"yes…, I'm ready" I replied closing the last box of books. I read a lot. It's what I use to keep the thoughts coming. I think about weird things all the time. Most of them are about death and suffer but I try not to let them get to me.
"good, lets go get our new home!" she said overexcited while picking my three year old sister. A few curls were out of her usual pony tail. She was holding her favorite stuffed toy. A small pig with pink ears and long eyelashes. We all got into the cab that mom had called to take us to the airport. It was going to be a quick flight to Oregon from SodaVille, Nevada. I'll miss my only two friends, Victoria and john. They are the best friends I'll ever have. Victoria is so energetic while john is passive and mature. Hopefully I'll see them again soon.
The flight was so uncomfortable. The guy sitting next to me was so annoying with his computer games. It was a good thing it wasn't a long flight. We got to the new home and settled. The house was two stories up. Not including the attic, which could go for another floor. Maybe I could put my books up there.
"isn't this house great?" my mom peeked through my new room which faced the front yard.
"yeah mom, its cool!" I replied pretending to be excited. I didn't disliked the house, just my serene mood. It was already killing the "new house" vibe. I wanted to be happy but somehow I couldn't see myself happy or near excited. I had a feeling there was going to be a huge change in my life. I was going to college in August, but it's only the end of June. Three months to go and ill be happy. There is something about school that kept me interested.
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