This is it. I thought as I walked onto the plane to find my seat. I finally going home… I hope. I've been thinking the past six months of waiting to leave Hawaii if Roseville was really home. You're probably thoroughly confused by this so let me explain.
I'm Cameron Anne Morgan. Call me Cammie, Cams, just not Cameron. I'm 15 and going into my sophomore year in high school. You see… I've never really known what home feels like. My dad's in the military, Navy to be specific, so we're constantly moving. And 3 years ago I had to move from Roseville, Virginia to Honolulu, Hawaii. I know what you're thinking and it's probably something along the lines of She so lucky or Wow! I wish I could move to Hawaii. Trust me, I'm not as lucky as you think. I got sick of it and I missed all of my friends back in Roseville. It was the only place that has ever felt even close to home. So when I moved to Hawaii I kind of lost it. I started blocking everyone out. I built up walls and only let them down on days when I was miserable. I really didn't want to but, sometimes I couldn't help it. I was really excited when my dad told us (me, my lil' bro, my lil' sis, and my mom) that we were moving back but recently I've been wondering what it'll be like when we get there.
But anyways… back to reality. I'm going back to Roseville now after 3 years. I'm super nervous, though. What if everyone remembers me? I mean, I never was that popular in 6th grade back in Roseville but, I was the weird girl who would crack up at anything anyone ever said. Everything will be fine. I voice in my head told me as the plane took off.
I just decided to listen to it for once and plugged myself into my headphones, turned on my iPod, and closed my eyes. All of my best and worst memories from Roseville start to flood my mind as I drift off into sleep.
Hi! This is my first fanfiction ever and I know that the intro is kind of short. Please review and tell me what you think!
-Elle