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One more to go, Kingsley.
I lifted the box into the truck and dusted my hands off on my green shorts I wore well might I add.
Sidney walked up to me and patted my back with a sad smile.
"I'm going to miss you friend."
I laughed and pushed him away from me. He was always so damn sarcastic.
"I'm not going to miss you."
Sike. I'm going to miss his ass probably more than he missed me.
Sidney smirked and threw his arm around me walking towards my house. I looked around the suburban area I live in.
Well. Used to.
It was perfect, perfect school. The people we're friendly and cool. I've lived here my whole life. I'd never imagined moving. Especially to the city. Leave it up to my father to make this dumbass decision.
I'm moving to downtown. Not the bad part thank God but the nicer part. Let me repeat.
Nicer.
It's still bad. Majority of it is. Depends on what part you live in. I lived in Marietta Georgia as of now. In two more hours I was be right smack in Buckhead.
Just a couple blocks, minutes or hours from Bankhead. The most ghetto part of Atlanta.
The kids rode on bikes, stopping and staring at my house ever so often. Wondering why I was moving and I was raised in this house.
"Ready to go baby?" My father kissed my forehead and pulled me under him.
"Yeah." I breathed out. "I'm ready, I guess."
"Everything's going to be alright baby. It's just a move to a better place."
"Yeah Kingsley. A better place." Sidney repeated.
I shook my head and chuckled. Sidney was like a son to my father since he never got one. I was the only child and liked every minute of it. I got everything I wanted.
"I'll text you Sidney."
"I'll be waiting. Have fun." He hugged me and walked outside to his Amigos who we're waiting for him. Sidney was Hispanic and I loved it when he got mad. He would go off in Spanish.
One of my weaknesses.
"I have to run up to my room really quick. I left something." I moved from under my dad and made my way down the hallway.
"I'll be in the car. Don't be too long." He picked up the last box and walked out the already open door.
"I won't." I sighed to myself.
I opened my room door that was completely empty. I rolled my eyes at the scratchings on my wall from when I was younger trying not to cry.
It was so much memories made in this room. The first day I came home from when I was born. After a while it turned into a toddler's room.
