My mother sat me down after picking me up from band practice, "Now, listen Sadie. Sometimes life gives you sharp turns and you just have to deal with the change."
I asked mildly interested, "Did someone die?"
My mother stared at me wide eyed before exclaiming, "No! Where did you ever get such a idea?!"
"Well, you said life gives you sharp turns and you'll just have to deal with the change. That's a prep talk before breaking the bad news to the person. So who was it? Grandma?!"
Mom sighed, "No..no. No one is dead. What I meant is, people just have to deal with changes. Moving is hard."
I laughed, "Yeah, I guess so. So what does that have to do with me?"
Mom stared at me once again, I guess I didn't get her point once again.
"Sadie. We're moving."
"WHAT!!!!!!"
Pause. Rewind. Now you can see me falling out of my chair after I was given the terrible news. I almost hurt my back on the hard wooden floor. Moving?! How could they do this to me? No. How could dad's job do this to me? I have great friends at my school, how am I going to tell Hayley? However, it seems like mom had all the answers.
She said matter of factly, "You are just transferring schools Sadie, your friends at Francis Jones will still be there, most importantly Hayley. If your father did not take the promotion at his job, then we wouldn't be able to pay for food or even the rent for this house. Would you want that?"
I mumbled looking down at the carpet, my face red, "Not really..."
She always makes it seem everything I say is so selfish and childish. Maybe it is, but my mom is known to rain on my mental breakdown occasions. The rest of the day was history.
Dad called from downstairs, "Finish packing your stuff Sadie! We're leaving tomorrow!"
Tomorrow!? I just found out we are moving today, then what do you know the next day we move. I have no time to let it all sink in and deal with it. Thanks for the useful pep talk mom. I have a theory that people should at least give the person they gave the bad news to time to deal with the change, death, disaster, etc. I lifted my floorboard and pulled out my notebook. It's full of my ideas and rules on how life should be. Mom saw it before and completely freaked out. She thinks it's not healthy to question what's already been done. One time I asked how she knows God really exists, and she just simply kept replying because he is. Mom soon got mad and sent me to my room. A kid can never wonder these days.
I started a fresh new page, the title: Life changing events. I'll make a list of all the disasters that happen, mostly the ones that alters, changes or destroys a person's life. The first on the list. Moving.
Dad suddenly barged into my room, [without a knock! do they not see the DANGER sign?], "Hey kiddo. Almost done?"
I quickly closed my book and slid it under my closet door. Not that my dad doesn't like me wondering, it was just a reflex, because usually mom always barges in my room without a knock.
I replied, "Yup."
Dad sat across from me on the carpeted floor, "Sadie...I know it's a lot to take in. But the promotion is going to help us greatly--."
Blah blah blah. It's always about the promotion these days. Mom and dad gloat on how it will make our lives better and everything. From the last time I checked, a promotion can't beat the happiness of being where you love and with the people you love.
I raised my hand slightly, "I know dad. The new school is near my school right?"
Dad nodded, trying to make me feel better, [more like trying to calm me down so he doesn't have to drag me into the new school with me kicking and screaming], "And you can visit any time you like."
Sheesh. It's not my school is some kind of foster home where millions of kids who aren't related living in one house. I'll miss my school, but not THAT much. I hate most of the teachers there anyway.
Dad smiled, "You better get some sleep. Want to be up and alert tomorrow."
With that, he left. I sighed, got my notebook from the closet. Getting up with my beloved book pressed against my chest, I closed the door quietly, this time locking it. I fell on my bed, after almost tripping over all the brown boxes in my room. Speaking of my room, it looked so unfamiliar and empty. There used to be stacks of books and cds, but all there is now is a pile of dust. I hope whoever lives in this room will enjoy it. I had so many good memories in here.
I decided to ignore dad's advise, I stayed up all night, listening to my ipod and reminisced about the past. New life, new school, new people, new house. I'm coming, willingly? That's a totally different situation.
A/N: So? What do you think?
