Just one day until I left everything behind. Until I went to a place where I might never know if people accepted me for who who I was. One precious day, and we weren’t even leaving for a good reason. This was all for something that we could have avoided- something that we could have gone without.
I was only 8 years old when we moved from one side of the country to the middle of it. That’s right- I was moving from Virginia to Colorado. My mom and dad were always busy. Always worried that we would leave some key thing behind, that we would forget something. My brother didn’t care, he had nothing to leave, nothing to lose. He had ADHD and a lot of anger issues, so even if he made friends, he... he usually didn’t keep them very long. Especially …show more content…
She was my best friend outside of school- she was my age with a brother named Ethan, who was about a year or two older than my brother. I remember she once had her room painted pink and she got to have a three day STRAIGHT sleepover with me. Then, of course, there’s me. My eyes were red and bloodshot from crying- I usually had tear streaks under my eyes. I also wore a lot of dresses- my mom picked my outfits until we moved. The week before we moved, I was usually really grumpy and sad. I didn’t talk a lot, although I did think- and that is what this memoir is about.
Why do we have to move? Why can’t dad just go on a business trip like normal? Why won’t you just tell me why? All the why’s swam through my head like fish in a tank, wanting to come out of my mouth and be answered. Even though I already knew why. My dad’s office was being relocated to Denver, Colorado and he had to stay there if he wanted to have a job, which he did, obviously. So we had to pack up …show more content…
What’s going on?” Like she cares, I think to myself, but I answer her anyways, with the same question I always do: “Why do we have to move? Why do we have to leave everything behind?” I ask her for the billionth time since I found out we were moving. Although, that’s kind of an over exaggeration. At first, I thought it was cool that we were moving; I was bored of our little house in bristow. That lasted about 5 seconds. Then I realized we were moving to another state. I wouldn’t go to the same school as Graciela or Annabella (Mckenna went to a different school.), and I wouldn’t know anybody in Colorado. My mom replied with, “You know why. Dad’s office is being relocated to Denver, and if we don’t move he might be out of a job.” I yelled, “WHY?! WHY CAN’T WE JUST
I was only 8 years old when we moved from one side of the country to the middle of it. That’s right- I was moving from Virginia to Colorado. My mom and dad were always busy. Always worried that we would leave some key thing behind, that we would forget something. My brother didn’t care, he had nothing to leave, nothing to lose. He had ADHD and a lot of anger issues, so even if he made friends, he... he usually didn’t keep them very long. Especially …show more content…
She was my best friend outside of school- she was my age with a brother named Ethan, who was about a year or two older than my brother. I remember she once had her room painted pink and she got to have a three day STRAIGHT sleepover with me. Then, of course, there’s me. My eyes were red and bloodshot from crying- I usually had tear streaks under my eyes. I also wore a lot of dresses- my mom picked my outfits until we moved. The week before we moved, I was usually really grumpy and sad. I didn’t talk a lot, although I did think- and that is what this memoir is about.
Why do we have to move? Why can’t dad just go on a business trip like normal? Why won’t you just tell me why? All the why’s swam through my head like fish in a tank, wanting to come out of my mouth and be answered. Even though I already knew why. My dad’s office was being relocated to Denver, Colorado and he had to stay there if he wanted to have a job, which he did, obviously. So we had to pack up …show more content…
What’s going on?” Like she cares, I think to myself, but I answer her anyways, with the same question I always do: “Why do we have to move? Why do we have to leave everything behind?” I ask her for the billionth time since I found out we were moving. Although, that’s kind of an over exaggeration. At first, I thought it was cool that we were moving; I was bored of our little house in bristow. That lasted about 5 seconds. Then I realized we were moving to another state. I wouldn’t go to the same school as Graciela or Annabella (Mckenna went to a different school.), and I wouldn’t know anybody in Colorado. My mom replied with, “You know why. Dad’s office is being relocated to Denver, and if we don’t move he might be out of a job.” I yelled, “WHY?! WHY CAN’T WE JUST