"Wake up Melony!" My mom shouted to me from the other side of the door. At first I tried to ignore my mother, closing my eyes again. "MELONY!" My mom's voice came echoing through the empty halls that used to be full of life.
I did not want to get up. Moving out of this house means leaving everything behind.
Friends,Family and memories will all be lost.
I grew up in Darrenwood. And CrookedVille is so far away. My mom says we will come back to visit my grandparents, but I know she is only saying it to make me feel better.
Since my dad died things have been really rough. Now I can't wait anymore, tommorow we will already be in CrookedVille.
As we arrived to the train station tears started rolling down my eyes. I will never see my grandparents again.
All the memories of our days in the park. Home cooked meals and dad... gone.
Mom tried to cheer me up, promising me that we would come back. Lies, as always.
It was a rainy and foggy day. The sound of the patterning
rain almost louder than my cries.
The train pulling up to the station trough the thick fog. You could barely hear the the wheel's turning on the track. People standing around, waiting for their train to come and take them to their next destination.
The wind howling as it sneaked trough the building. The train came to a stop. The big doors opening to welcome the new passengers.
I can't leave. I just can't! Turning away I start to run to the door. My mothers voice crying after me, but my mind choosing to ignore her distant calls.
I push the doors open and run down the wet and muddy street, almost tripping every time I take a step. All I could do was run. Run. Run. Run.
