Short Story

It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice

I didn’t want to have to leave my friends in Nashville and be forced to make new ones in Atlanta. I didn’t want to get used to another new house or another city. I just wanted to stay in the only place I could call home. As the day of my departure approached, I thought of running away, so I wouldn’t have to move and my dad could keep his job in Atlanta. Thankfully, I never went through with it. When the day finally arrived, I was everything but ready. My mom had picked my brother up from school early to help move boxes out of the house and into our car while the movers haled broken down beds, and other pieces of furniture into their industrial moving trucks. Once everything was packed into trucks, paper work was finished and dogs were loaded in the car, we began the long 4-hour trip to Atlanta as dusk made its way to the sky. The trip itself was a calm one, we managed to avoid any major accidents on the highway, and we were traveling around 8 o’clock so the traffic had died down. As we drove I couldn’t help but think back to the friends I left and what was to come

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

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When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

It was the hottest day of the year as we packed up a big U-Haul truck, and thats when it hit me this would be the last time I would lave Florida. Today I was moving from my home town, Lakeland, FL, to a town I would have to meet new people and start a new... school! "Alrighty, looks like we are all packed up and ready to hit the road" my mom said in a teary and shy voice. This day could not get any worse.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

I saw papa sitting quietly on a box, and mama was standing talking to Roberto in the corner. I could tell he and mama were very sad. I opened the door to leave and then took a long walk. The sun was nowhere in sight dark clouds rolled in like ocean waves. I was sad and mad about the move. I thought about all the things my teacher Mr. Lema taught me.

I lived in my own little bubble. It was perfect and clear. I did have some abnormal things go on inside. Fires, a strange step-dad, even some near-death experiences, but it seemed that nothing could pop that bubble. I had a great family, friends, and home. If only you could have seen my bubble, it was indestructible, until it wasn’t. Maybe it was the timing or how she said it, but I never took the words “we’re moving” seriously. Actually, it wasn’t until the day that I was to leave that it started to sink in. The sun glared across the brick wall in the

We had been talking about moving to California for about a month, and the prospect of leaving behind my friends, school, and family terrified me. However, I clung to the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to go in the end, but that didn’t last long. One rainy spring afternoon my parents sat my brother and I down, and excitedly told us that we would be moving to America. My younger brother leapt up from the seat next to me and joyfully danced around the room, but I was not so ecstatic. After my parents put a positive spin on the situation, I didn’t feel quite as reluctant, but I still wasn’t fully on board. Nevertheless, I had little say in the matter as my father’s work required us to relocate, and so that summer we moved to California.

I gather up my books and pencils and walked out of the classroom. My best friend Sally was about to cry. So we had our little best friend moment. “be safe” she said taking her seat in the back of the classroom. I looked into her heartbroken eyes I felt like I was about to cry “I will, I promise”. i said walking out of the classroom and down the hallway and on my way to the office. I then heard two familiar voices. “does she have to go there are more than just one black student at this school other than just her” a lady’s voice said. “yes, she does don’t worry she will be in great care-” i could tell that was Ms. Clinn voice until she got interrupted by a grown men. “ how do you know that?” he yelled making me jump.”because she will be living with Melba Pattilo Beals and her family until you guys are ready to move down there yourselfs.” Ms. Cinn said i’ll be living with melba? I’LL BE LIVING WITH MEBLA I thought in my head over and over and over again. “were not moving anywhere” a man’s voice said. “i’m sorry sir but if not then Arianna will have to move on her own” Ms. Clinn said those words made my heart stop. “ And either is my daughter” A woman said, wait that’s my mom and dad. “mom and dad?” I questioned walking coming face to face with my mom and dad, Ms. clinn, the school board and none other than Mr.

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Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.