I thought my life was great, I had friends and mom that loved me, but now I've made a huge decision. Living with Charlie was going to be awkward. We both liked to be on our own, and now we have to share a bathroom.
My face dropped and I sighed, mom lifted her head from her book. She looked at me with pleading eyes, I knew she was thinking 'Stay don't go, I will stay with you.' You didn't need to read minds to know that. Her eyes were easy to read, I think that's where I get it from.
"You packed Bella?" Phil called from the kitchen. He poked his head around the door. I stood up from the sofa and drifted over to wooden door leading to the hallway.
"Yeah," I replied with a smile. I almost ran upstairs, not wanting them to hear or see me cry. I flung my bedroom door open and jumped onto my bed. I curled up under the covers and soon there was a stream from my eyes to the covers....
I woke up, my eyes saw and dry. The day was bright – like usual – but somehow different. Moving Day. I frowned and then left my loved home goodbye.
My life was going to be great. Wasn't it?