It's not fair.Mom and dad uprooted me just as summer was beginning and tried to put me here. But, at least for me, it's only temporary. I'm out of here in three years time, and i'm never looking back. Not ever.
Chapter One
As soon as we arrived, I called Racheal.
"Alessyn!" she screeched. It had only been eight hours since I'd seen her face-to-face, but she made it sound like it had been years.
“Racheal!” I said, mocking her.
I could see her eyes rolling, even from two thousand miles away. “So how is it?”
“It’s weird,” I admit. “The house is huge, but it’s just so… empty.” I walk to look out the windows, staring down at my mom as she yells at my dad while he unloads the car single-handedly. “I guess it won’t be so bad once we get everything unpacked, though.”
“What’s your room like?”
“Boring. Rach, the walls look like the color of mud. Pretty windows, though,” I muse, as I think about how much prettier they could be it I just had some Windex and a rag.
“Well that’s good…” She is clearly at a loss of words.
I say the only thing that seems to be right for this moment. “You have to come and visit!” I tell her cheerfully. But the joy is just a façade, because I know what it was like last year, when it was just a school district separating us, and not half a country.
“Yeah, definitely!” she says.
My mom walks in, then, blonde ponytail disheveled. “Honey?” I turn to her. “The movers are here, come get your stuff.” She walks back out, and I can see her reappear below me moments later. I hadn’t even realized the huge truck pulling into our new driveway.
“Rach?”
“Yeah?” she asks quietly from California.
“I gotta go,” I tell her. “Talk to you again soon.” Then I hang up without saying goodbye, because I can’t stand goodbyes. Not when Paul left for the army. Not when my valentine from seventh grade moved to Pennsylvania. And certainly not now.
