Lost Boy

A long... Holiday?

"Chloe, you should really start packing!" I hear my mother yell from downstairs. I flick a tuft of my golden brown hair from my face and sigh. I still hadn't told my soon to be ex-boyfriend that we had to break up. You're probably thinking why I should be packing. Well, my mother and father have got divorced and, in my mother's words, she wants to be as far away from that "flea bitten-skum bag". That means leaving the country. Mothers telling me it's just going to be a few months, "like a holiday",she said. I know this isn't going to be like a holiday. It's going to be hell. I groan as I get off my phone and stand up. For the last hour I've been thinking how to break up with Zak He's done nothing wrong, he's sweet, kind, caring and forgiving. I just can't stand the thought of us staying together while I'm in a different country. In the end I decide to just call him, nothing can go wrong with a quick call. I pick my phone up and start ringing him. No answer. I try again. No answer. So with tears in my eyes, as there is no way of me actually saying goodbye, I leave a voice mail. "Hi Zak.. it's me.. haha.. uh.. I don't know how to say this.." I stuttered. I never usually stutter. Jeez, this is embarrassing. "I'm uh.. I'm leaving the country.. I can't explain but I think it's best.. I think it's best if we separate.. go our own way, you know?" I try to hold back the tears in my eyes. " Your an amazing guy and remember, I will always l-" I was cut off by my phone telling me I had reached the capacity of a voice mail. I decided to send it and just get it over and done with. I looked over to see my room virtually empty, only leaving my bed and a few boxes left in the room. I quickly put some essentials together into a bag and left my room. This room held so many memories. Like my first kiss with Zak..Stop.. I must not think about him.. of all people. I put my bag over my back and closed the door. This was going to be a hard next few years..