When I woke up, my father was right next to me. "Oh, good. You're finally awake, Alyssa!" He said in a bubbly tone. "Yeah, I guess," I said, sitting up, and then rubbing my eyes. "Alyssa, get up. We're leaving in an hour." I was baffled. "What do you mean, dad?" "Pack your things. We're moving back to Connecticut." My father said. "But why?" I asked. "Me and your mother want you to attend a college in Connecticut when you're old enough. This town in Colorado, it's foul. We feel it's nothing but a bad influence to you, our sweet little girl." My father said. I was dumbfounded. "So, please get ready soon. I don't want to deal with a lot of traffic." My father said, as he left the room.
I was completely heartbroken. I had to say goodbye to all of my friends, including Stan. I saw no point in trying to convince my parents to stay, since I knew they wouldn't agree. I begrudgingly packed up my stuff. I couldn't even say a word. I was balling.
After my parents finished putting the suitcases and boxes in the trunk, we swiftly drove off. All I could do was cry while waving goodbye. I looked out of the car window, gazing at the terrains, full of sorrow occasionally.
Once we returned to Connecticut, and were at the driveway of a new house, we unloaded the suitcases and boxes. I personally hated this new house. It was dark, dirty, and seemed like it would crumble at any moment. When we were done, I ran to my new bedroom as if there was a firecracker in my behind, and closed the door before balling again.
I knew my parents thought of me as the "perfect little girl", and wanted me to become such, but I couldn't care less about that. I felt like I was being imprisoned for the third time. This time, no dashing knight in shining armor would save me, however.
My father later came into my room. "Alyssa, listen. I know you're sad, but please trust us when me and your mother say we want what's best for you." I looked away. "You have your sports stuff right here," my father said, pulling out my sports bag from the closet. "Go outside and play! I'm sure you'll make a new friend."
I subsequently went outside to play soccer, tepid. While there were other kids roaming around, I neglected them. "Fucking assholes," I murmured. "Bastards." I sat down on the ground, holding my legs, which were up to my chest. Once more, I sobbed.
I went to an elementary, middle, and high school in Connecticut. They were all okay. While some of the kids there were really irritating, that hardly affected me. Although my grades were solid, and my parents were proud of me, I never once smiled. At lunch, I would sit alone somewhere. I didn't dress up for Halloween. On my birthday and Christmas, I'd just wish to go back to South Park.