Kristo High

Prologue

My mother burst into my room loudly, yelling and rushing me to hurry it up. I rolled my eyes, "Mom! I told you I am already packed!" She looked over at me, angry that I yelled at her, but seemed to calm down. That's my mom, Amelia Williams, for you. She usually gets upset and mad over stuff, but when someone yells back at her, she becomes calm. I never understood why, but that's what happens. "Stella Elizabeth Williams, you need to help the movers put your stuff into the truck already." She said it so calmly, as if nothing happened, but you can tell she was still angry by her facial expressions. I nodded and began to help pick up various boxes that I was able to carry down our oddly shaped flight of stairs. 

     We were moving out today. It was on such a short notice when my parents came to tell me and my sister, Lily, that we were moving in a week to a state we've never been to before. We groaned and complained for hours, but started packing right away. It was our summer vacation and we spent the first week of it packing to move to a new state, California. Remembering the day my parents told us we were moving made me angry, even though I have nothing much here in our little town, Erissan, Utah. Luckily, a neighbor I haven't seen before interrupted my thoughts, when she asked if my father was home.

     "Dad! There's someone at the door!" I yelled out, passing by our neighbor, who seemed to be visiting us. Neighbors never visited, which was suspicious. I didn't have time to think too much of it, all I knew was that it was odd. I assume they are quite glad that we're leaving. I would be upset, but we didn't like our neighbors either way. As I handed a couple small boxes to the movers, my mom called me over. "Honey, was that it? We have to leave in a few minutes." I nodded. "Yeah, that's it. I'll go get Lily and tell her we're leaving." She gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and headed out walking over to the movers with another box labeled 'Silverware'. Why we had a whole box of silverware was Greek to me.

     I couldn't stop thinking about the various things that could happen when we move. It taunted me. What if we didn't make it there? What if our neighbors hate us like the ones we have currently? Will I ever make friends? Who knew? Before I got to more thinking, I saw Lily. "Yo, Lily!" I shouted out, as she gave me a dirty look. She hates when I say 'Yo', she says it's a word a lady shouldn't say. I don't often use the word, unless I'm talking to her.  "Come on, squirt. Mom says that we're leaving now, so make sure you have all of your stuff." Lily, my younger sister, is fifteen, but I still talk to her as if she's the little seven-year-old girl she once was. We walked outside our front door one last time, as we walked out to the car. I looked back, looking at the old house we have lived in all our lives. The scratched garage, peeling door way and broken cobblestones made me nostalgic. I turned around, ignoring the emotions that I was feeling throughout this whole moving situation. 

     My dad came towards us and told us to stay right where we were. He pulled out a camera and tripod, set it up and called mom over. He set the timer for five seconds and ran towards us. Lily and I look at each other, sighed, turned to face the camera and put on a fake smile that only we can tell wasn't real. Pleased with the photo we took, my father put away the stuff and we got inside the car. During those few moments of looking at change, I got an idea, an idea that would change the way I look at this move. I decided to also change and be different than how I was now. I was no longer going to be the quiet loner chick. I was going to blossom and that's exactly what I did. The only thing I regret about that decision was the consequences that I didn't know I had coming.