I'm laying on my bed, staring up. I catch myself thinking about her again. "Why?", I ask myself. "Why didn't it hurt? Why don't I miss it? It was perfect." Isn't moving supposed to be filled with sorrow and pain? Why don't I feel it? I guess I could still be in shock, but I'm sure the pain would have soaked in. After all, this is the third month after I moved. I still remember finding out about the move. It was after I was hanging out with "her", My friend Nayack.
Me and Nayack were making teepee's out of large branches, palm leaves, and yarn in the woods behind my house. It was a beautiful day out, and everything was perfect in life. The only thing that could be better was the future, But how would I know that at the time? "I've got to go inside to eat". "Ok! Text me when your done so we can meet here, ok?" I replied. "Ok!". And off she went. Little did I know that I wasn't going to be in the mood to come back outside to meet her again that day.
When I got inside, my Dad, Mom, and Sister were sitting on the couches talking. When I walked into the room, This is what I heard: "We are going to move. I know this is is probably going to be hard for you, but please try to bear with us.". And for some reason, it didn't hurt. It actually gave me a sort of relief. I was finally free. God was giving me yet another opportunity for a new adventure. I've moved before, but it never felt good. Could I already be tired of this place in the two years that I've been here? Who knows. Maybe I just disliked my friends without even realizing it.
The next day on the bus to school Nayack asked me why I didn't come meet her in the woods that day. I told her why, and she didn't do anything. "Why won't She say anything?", I asked myself. Does she hate me now? I don't know why. And to this day, I still don't know why. But somehow, that one moment broke my heart. Now I'm happy that I've moved. I feel that it's for the better. It makes me feel great!
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