Author’s note: Moving towns wasn’t a decision I made lightly. I love Morreaux cause its beautiful and has everything, but the save file was getting huge and the lag was getting annoying. Rather then what happened last time happen again, I decided to move at the beginning of a generation instead of dealing with error 12’s and corrupted files. So yea Fresh save, less lag = Less hassle. I might move back to Morreaux at some point cause its honestly my favorite town, but It will be nice also to have a change of scenery. 🙂
I snuggled under my soft purple blankets clinging desperately onto the last remnants of sleep. Then it hit me. Moving day. My stomach seized with dread and I felt the tears pricking behind my closed lids. Why me? I thought sniffling as I sat up pushing aside the heavy blankets. I rubbed my bleary eyes and felt like crying. Again. Seemed like that’s all I had been doing for the last couple of months since my parents told me the news.
I remember it was a day like all other days, I was actually excited to go to school because it was one of the last days before summer vacation. After I got dressed I went downstairs to find my mom and dad sitting there and I knew then something was wrong. “Who died?” I remember asking when I saw their solemn faces. “Don’t be so dramatic Giselle.” My mother had chided me. When my dad told me to take a seat I knew. My dad had talked about possibly getting promoted for months now. It was finally happening. We were moving. My life….was ending.
I got dressed quickly, throwing on the first outfit that matched, not that it mattered, and headed downstairs.
“Good morning sweetie,” My mother said from the dining room table dressed in a fluffy white robe.
I ignored her and walked past her on my way to the kitchen. I was still angry with the both of them. How could they do this to me?
I heated up a hotdog, knowing it would annoy my mother and walked back out to the dining room. My mother had a strict no eating in your bedroom rule, so I had no other choice but to eat at the dining room table with my mom and dad. The last two people on earth I felt like talking too.
I could feel my mothers eyes on me as I sat down, but she didn’t say a word about the hotdog. My face fixed in a stony scowl I ate the hotdog and stared at the wall.
“Giselle, you can’t ignore us forever.” My mother began. “Honey I know right now it seems like your world is ending, but it’s not.”
“Mom!” I exclaimed, the hotdog turning to saw dust in my mouth. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m going into my junior year of high school and you guys are basically just ripping me away from my friends. Why couldn’t you guys wait to move until I went to college like Finn?” I yelled, this was a conversation I have had before, and I didn’t expect my mom and dad’s reasoning to be any different now, but I tried anyways, like a stubborn dog with a bone.
“Don’t raise your voice at your mother.” My dad said “We’ve talked about this, Giselle, it wasn’t a decision we came too lightly, but your mother and I are doing what is best for our family.”
“You mean you guys are doing what’s best for you.” I gripped. “Why can’t I stay with Grandma Breelynn, and Grandpa Shane?” I asked, already knowing the answer, but I asked anyways. Wasn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results? Maybe I was insane.
“We talked about this dear.” My mother said patiently. “Your father and I gave it a lot of thought, and we have both come to the mutual decision that you are our daughter, and we want you with us. It’s not up for negotiation.”
“Whatever.” I said rolling my blue eyes toward the ceiling. I knew arguing with them would get me nowhere.
I stood up frustrated, and so very near to tears. I pushed in my chair and ran.
“Giselle…” I heard my mom call.
“Let her go.” My dad urged my mother.
I stomped up the stairs two at a time and slammed the door to my bedroom my chest heaving.
The familiar sights and smells of my room was comforting. The pink patterned walls had been the same since I was born, and they were as familiar to me as my own hand.
I felt a scream lodge in my throat and I let it out, and threw my head into my hands and sobbed…
I wiped the tears from my eyes and steeled my spine. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and texted my best friend Harrison.
My parents were still talking quietly in the dining room. I snuck downstairs, and opened the front door quietly.
When I reached the edge of the yard I took off in a sprint.
I didn’t slow until I reached the park. I sat down on the bleachers and waited for Harrison to arrive.
I couldn’t believe my parents were doing this to me. I was heading into my junior year of high school, and although I wasn’t popular by any means, I had my own niche and my own small group of friends. Now all that was going to be uprooted because my dad received a promotion. Couldn’t it wait another two years? At least let me graduate high school then go off to college like my big brother Finn. After that who cared where they moved too. They could move to Timbuctoo for all I cared…
I knew deep down I was being hard on my parents, and being unreasonable, but I had brought up some valid points about living with my grandparents until I graduated, they didn’t even think about it for one day before they made their decision. So unfair.
I sighed, and kicked at the dirt with my shoe.
I was lost in my misery when I heard the rusty gate open and Harrison came walking in with a wave
I returned the wave trying to smile, but wanting to cry when I saw his familiar face.
Would I ever see Harrison again?
“Hey.” He greeted. Pushing up his glasses with finger. “What’s wrong? Fighting with your parents again?” He knew me so well.
“I’m running away.” I announced.
Harrison frowned looking uncomfortable. “Giselle, I know you don’t want to move, but this is extreme, even for you.”
“I don’t want to move. My whole life is here.” I said sadly, feeling my eyes well up with tears.
“I know, it sucks, but life’s about change and nothing ever stays the same.” He said, his dark eyes looking sad behind his thick glasses.
I felt a little hurt that he was so willing to let me go. We had been friends since kindergarten.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” I said a sob bubbling up in my throat.
“I’ll miss you too. Who am I going to bash the popular kids with now?” Harrison smiled softly.
I threw myself into his arms. “Promise me we’ll still be friends even though we wont live in the same state?”
“Giselle, you’re crazy.” He murmured against my cheek. “We’ll always be friends.”
“I gotta get home before my mom and dad have a total melt down.” I said sniffing.
“I’ll go with you.” Harrison pushed his glasses up his nose, he was always doing that. I would miss that…
“Giselle!” My mom came running out of the house when Harrison and I came walking up “Where were you? Your dad is out looking for you. You are in so much trouble young lady!” Her eyes were wide and flashing angrily. My mom almost never got angry, she was the calmest person I knew. I guess the move was upsetting to the whole family. Once again I felt selfish and ashamed of myself.
“I just needed to get out of the house for a little bit.” I said looking down at my shoes, my eyes welling up with tears once again. Seems all I can do lately is cry, I thought sadly.
“You had us so worried!” Isabella yelled. “Don’t do that to me again!” She hugged me fiercely.
“Sorry mom.” I murmured against her chest as she crushed me in a tight embrace.
My dad pulled up in front of the house looking relieved when his eyes landed on me. I hung my head in shame. I was a daddies girl through and through, and hated to see the look of disappointment in his blue eyes that were so much like my own.
“We’ll talk about this later Giselle. But its time to go, we already lost time looking for you.” My dad said.
I turned and looked at Harrison, then back at the house where I had grown up. All my memories were here. Why did this have to be so hard? I thought with a lump in my throat.
I watched my mom and dad climb into the moving van, giving Harrison and I privacy. I was grateful for them allowing me to take a moment to say goodbye.
I faced him tears streaming down my face. “I don’t wanna go.” I sobbed brokenly. “Promise you won’t forget me?”
“Don’t be stupid Giselle, of course I won’t forget you, I’m only a phone call away, it’s not the stone age anymore. We’ll talk every night. I swear.”
I threw myself into his arms tears streaming down my face.
I climbed into the van sobbing, as Harrison waved from the yard, I wasn’t sure if I was imaging it, but it looked like his eyes were shiny with tears. He never cried, he was always so strong. My rock. His display of emotion made me feel better, I wasn’t the only one yearning for what was lost.
“It will get easier.” Mom whispered as I fastened my seatbelt. I ignored her. I pressed my hand to the window and stared at Harrison as we drove off slowly. I kept on waving, until we turned a corner and I could no longer see him. I closed my eyes feeling the slow steady trickle of my tears and leaned back in my seat feeling a crushing weight of sadness in my chest. Goodbye Harrison, I thought as my dad took the exit that led out of town.