Conquering Aburndaleville

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 24, 2016

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Submitted: October 24, 2016



It was a hot summer day in Auberndaleville, the U-Haul truck was rested outside ready to be emptied. I wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with my parents for moving me to the country without any fair warning or my input. How was I ever going to see my best friend Aaron again? We’ve known each other since we were eight years old, and shared all the same classes. Now, I’m expected to start all over where I have no friends, or family around. Middle school isn’t exactly an easy thing to overcome by yourself. 
“Krissy, go help your dad unload truck.”  
“Yes, mom.” I said sadly. 
I walked downstairs, and headed towards the truck. I looked over to my left and looked over to my right. The only thing surrounding us was ten acres of land, I had to ride my bike if I wanted to reach the nearest house. I walked onto the truck and found the boxes that were labeled “Krissy’s stuff” and began taking them down one by one. I didn’t have a lot to take down because my dad had taken down most of it. When I walked back upstairs I went to my room and shut the door.  
I began hanging my clothes in the closet and putting the rest of the stuff in drawers. I couldn’t wait until we got the house phone turned on so that way I can at least call Aaron and let him know how miserable I am. After a couple of empty boxes, I was ready to just scream. This couldn’t be happening. Seeing everything set up in my new room put things into perspective for me. I kicked one of the boxes and everything fell out of it. I began picking everything back up including some of the letters Aaron had written me throughout the years. 
I had to hide all of these letters all this time because I wasn’t allowed to talk to boys. I used to sneak on the phone every day after school just to talk to him before my parents came home from work. I could hear someone walking up the stairs and threw everything back into the box and under my bed. There was a knock on the door. 
“Krissy, are you almost done in there, dinner is going to be ready soon?” 
“Yes, mom.” I answered annoyingly. 
I wondered how long I was going to be mad at my parents for. I guess I’m forced to make the best of it. Sometimes I feel like I’m hanging by a thread and there’s not much I can do about it. I stomped downstairs and plotted myself at the dinner table. We were having spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. 
“So, how do you like your new room?” She asked me. 
“What do you think about Auberndaleville so far?” 
“Honey, you have to give it a chance, you can always make new friends.” My dad said reassuringly. 
“Just promise me you’ll give it a chance?” he asked. 
I had nothing to say to them, I was not very fond of this move. I just sat there twirling my spaghetti, I wasn’t even hungry.  
“You get to start school soon.” 
“Yeah, I guess. I thought about that and I want to be home schooled.” 
“Why is that?” she asked surprisingly. 
“I just do.” I murmured back. 
“I know this change isn’t easy, but you have to learn to adapt accordingly and try your best.”  
I slammed my fork down onto the table. 
“I’m finished now; may I go to my room please?” 
“Yes. You may.”  
I ran upstairs and threw my face into my pillow and began crying. I wanted to go back to my old house, and my old room. I felt so lonely because I had no one to really talk to. I wiped my tears, grabbed my canon camera and decided to go for a walk outside and maybe take some pictures. The sun was already setting so I knew that I could capture some great shots. I walked out into the woods and stumbled upon a nice river. 
I laid low so that I can capture the sunset shining on the water, like the way that glaze looks on a donut. It took me at least five tries to capture the right moment. As I was going through all the photos on my camera I came across some of Aaron and I. Some were taken at school during lunch time, and others were taken after school in the extra credit program. We didn’t care about the extra credit we just wanted to see each other without getting me into trouble from my parents. 
We seemed to be the only ones that really understood each other, and shared the same interests. I was his first friend that he made when he came to school in the middle of the year. I continued to sit there and stare at the trees around me swaying to the rhythm of the wind blowing. It was time for me to head back home before I get in trouble. I realized that I need to start making the best of things because I can’t change them. If I don’t I will only be torturing myself. 
It’s been about six months since we moved here to Auberndaleville, my parents didn’t agree with homeschooling me, so I was stuck going to public school. I don’t have many friends but that’s because I really don’t talk to anyone here. I go to the library every day after school to talk to Aaron. I created my own email account so that way we can talk since I’m not allowed to have a cellphone yet.  
I logged on to my email account to see if Aaron had emailed me and he did.  
“Dear Krissy, 
I still can’t believe that you moved away and now we’re both going to middle school without each other. I know it’s been six months already and I’m still having a hard time adjusting to you not being here since we’re always together. I know you’re only a couple hours away, but I promise you that as soon as I can get my driver’s license and a car I’m coming to see you. I promise that things will get better. I miss you, and I wish that I could see you.” 
Aaron M. 
I found myself reading this email over and over. As long as we were emailing each other every day it didn’t feel like we were apart. 
“Dear Aaron, 
It’s going on six months that I moved here to Auberndaleville. I still don’t have any friends but that’s okay I like being alone. I wish that things were the way they used to be before I moved away. It’s going to be weird spending the holidays without you. I wish we were sixteen already so that way we both can at least drive to see each other. My parents still don’t know about us; you know how strict they are. I really miss you too. I can’t wait to see you again. The other day I was going through my camera and found some photos of us. I attached them to this email so check them out. Well I got to go home now, I’ll talk to you later.  
Krissy G. 
My mom should be here by now. I began walking towards the car port and I could see the minivan sitting there.  
“Hey honey, how was tutoring?” 
“It was good.” 
“How was school?”  
“I’m really glad that you’re giving school and Auberndaleville a chance. You’ll like it a lot more once you start making friends.” 
“Yeah, I guess.” 
“Christmas is only a couple days away, aren’t you glad that you’re on winter break?” 
“Yeah, I get to be home and be bored.” I said sarcastically  
We pulled into the drive-way of the house. I got off and ran upstairs to change. I went to grab my box of letters from under my bed, and my box was missing. I looked all over my room and couldn’t find it. I ran downstairs, in hopes that my mom didn’t find it. As soon as I walked into the kitchen she was standing there with the box in front of her. 
“Looking for this?” 
I looked at her trying to read her face to see if she was upset. 
“What are you doing in my room?” I asked angrily. 
“How long have you been hiding these behind my back, and when were you planning on telling us that you have a boyfriend?” 
“Mom, I don’t have a boyfriend, he is just my friend. We’ve been friends since we were eight years old. Since when do you go through my things?” 
“Since you been acting strange and lying behind my back. I’ve known for a while now.” 
“How?” I asked in confusion. 
“You said that you been staying after school for tutoring classes, when I spoke to your teachers they all said that you were their top student, having nothing less than A’s on all of your assignments. The phone bill has been a little high lately as well, when I looked into it, I noticed all the long distance phone calls you were making to the same phone number. When I went to your room, I found the box and saw your letters.” 
I stood there in silence, feeling angry and betrayed. 
“You’re grounded from the house phone for a week, since you been lying to me all this time. Now, go to your room.” 
I saw no point in arguing with her, I ran upstairs crying. What was I going to do? How was I going to get in touch with Aaron to let him know that my mom found out about us and that I was grounded from the phone? These next couple of days are going to suck. Christmas was coming and I couldn’t even talk to my best friend. 
I did nothing but take pictures over the past couple of days and write poems. I think I found my second best hobby. It was Christmas Eve, I wasn’t even excited about it, I was just pissed off. I walked downstairs to find my parents sitting on the sofa in their pj’s drinking hot cocoa. My mom had one made for me. 
“Merry Christmas Eve!” My dad said to me as he handed me a present. 
It was tradition that every year on Christmas Eve we open a present.  
I opened it slowly, and I couldn’t believe it. It was my very own laptop! 
“Oh my god, a laptop?” 
“Yes, your very own laptop. I figured that it would help you with your homework.” My mom suggested nicely.  
Thanks mom and dad. Before I ran upstairs to go to my room there was a knock at the door. 
“Who could that be?” I asked. 
“I don’t know, let’s go see.” She said passively. 
When she opened the door, I couldn’t believe who was standing there. 
“Aaron!?” I yelled out in surprise. 
“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” 
My mom turns to me and says, 
“When I found out about Aaron, I got in touch with his parents and been keeping in touch with them for the past six months, we thought that it would be nice if you guys got to see each other for Christmas. Depending on how well this goes, maybe we can make arrangements for you guys to see each other every holiday.”  
“So when you grounded me from the phone it was because you didn’t want me to find out?” I asked. 
“Yes. Are you surprised?”  
“Yes, this is literally the best Christmas present ever.” 

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