"You're moving?!" yelled my frizzy red-headed friend. The sight of her emotionally distressed face was like a bullet being plunged through my nine-year-old heart. I didn't want it to end this way, but it had to. All of my friendships had to.
"Dude, you only moved in Decemeber! It's March, not even May!" Zane had argued, pouting. His crazy brunette lion mane may have covered half of face, but from the little peeks I saw at his eyes, I knew he was just as upset as Harper was.
"I'm sorry, you guys. I'll miss you two a lot." I squeezed them into a group hug. Tears started to fall just as rain began to pour down. "You guys are the closest friends I've ever had."
It had been a normal dismissal day for the majority of third graders at June Elementary, but not for I. For me, it was the most depressing dismissal I had ever taken part in. At every other school I had been in, I didn't attempt making friends. I avoided my classmates because I had known each and every school I was in was just a short stop on the long roadtrip I called my life. At this school, I hadn't meant to make friends either, but with Harper's eagerness to meet new people and Zane's bright attitude to back her up, what third grader would say no to playing a game of tag with these two?
Unfortunately for me, they had become the bestest best friends I had ever had. A loud honk interrupted our emotional farewell.
"Well, I'll see you guys in the future, maybe. Maybe when we're twenty or something." I suggested, slinging my backpack over one shoulder.
Harper couldn't stop crying, Zane's shoulder would've been soaken with or without the rain in the background.
Zane half-smiled back, still with a positive outlook in even the most dark of times. "Maybe we will."
I gave a smile back to my good friend. "I hope so." In came in another honk. "Bye!" With that, I made a quick dash for my mother's car, jumping inside to save myself from the on-pouring rain.
"Honey, you know we have a flight to catch. Why were you taking your time?" Mother asked impatiently. Her long blonde hair was obviously straightened in a rush, with all the wavy strands still apparent here and there. She had dark circles under her light green eyes, giving her this terribly old look. I frowned. It hurt me to see my mom so stressed and tired like this, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Dad's work made a lot hard for me too.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I just wanted to say goodbye." I told her honestly.
My mother gave a tired smile to me, stroking my wet hair. "I understand it's hard, honey... but you're going to have to get used to it. Your father's work includes a lot of moving." She let out a sigh, turning back to the wheel and pushing the accelerator to take us away to the airport. "One day, it'll all end. It's a promise from me to you and your brother."
As we drove to the airport, I reminisced what lasted of my memories with Harper and Zane and June Elementary, where my days had been the best they had ever been. And now I had to leave all these great memories and friends behind... again.