Colored feathers

Moving Day

One thing was for sure: I did NOT want to move. But I mean, who does? Leaving the town I grew up in, all my friends, the beautiful sites. Don't get me wrong, I love change, just now is not a good time for me. Addison, my best friend, and I are in a HUGE fight. We rarely fight, which is why this is such a big deal. We had gone to the mall one day, and we went into Starbucks and ordered our drinks. I had ordered this really fattening drink, just because I wanted to reward myself for this huge test I aced. When I told the cashier what I wanted, Addy scoffed. I looked over at her to see if she was being serious. She had her eyebrows raised, and when she noticed me looking at her, she just ordered her drink like nothing had happened. When we sat down, I asked her what her problem was. She got all sensitive and was playing dumb. Anyway, by the time I had finished my drink, I had called her insensitive, annoying, rude, loud-mouthed,  and a horrible friend. After that, we both stormed off. Since then, I have tried to call her, but she never answers. It's honestly been 2 weeks, and I haven't spoken a word to her. Anyway with Addy, and all my other friends, I don't want to move! And, the best point, I love it here in L.A.! I love the palm trees, the sweaty heat, the long bike rides by the beach, laying in the hammock with Kelsey (my little cousin), going to my local library, ect. And finishing my last day of high school yesterday was hard. Lets just say it involved a lot of tears. I only have a week to say goodbye to everything I love. My parents basically sprang this on me, with half of my stuff packed already upstairs. "Were moving!", they announced last Monday. "I hope you enjoy cold winters and hot summers Pidge, because were movin' to Missouri!" I hate it already.