"You're really sticking with this 'moving to Pennsylvania bit' of yours." I said as I rolled my eyes. "So ridicules."
So I left, stomping my feet all the way to my room. Childish, I know. On some level though, it makes me feel better. I slammed my door and plopped onto my bed. I heard my mothers voice coming from the living room telling me to finish my room up. Posters, books, pillows, everything. I plucked a pillow from next to me and screamed in it. This is so stupid. Why do we have to move? I sat up and threw the pillow into the wall.
I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself from crying. Looking over at the boxes that I had to pack I got up and picked up the first thing that was going into them; pictures of friends. Maybe they'd stay there. Maybe they'd find their way to the back of my new closet. I didn't think I needed to see them after I left my home. I stood up and placed the picture into its new jail then did the same with all the others on my window sills, dresser, and desk.
After I placed my dish in the sink I turned to go back to my room to finish packing but Mother stopped me by saying, " I know you don't like this but you're going to have to deal with it. We're not moving to take you away from your friends, honey. We just don't think this is a very good place." Father continued to eat the rest of his meatloaf.
"Then why didn't you move before you had me?" I flung my hands into the air in rage. "Why would you want to move me away from all my friends. And so late into high school, too. I don't get it!" I slammed my bottom back into my chair waiting for her to explain. When she just looked at me and didn't give me an answer I said, "Exactly," then went back into my room.