I didn’t want him to leave. I knew as soon as I woke up he was going to leave. It was 7:00am, an ungodly hour to wake up at, especially on a Friday one day away from winter break. I knew I didn’t want him to leave when I was taking a shower, brushing my teeth, eating breakfast, packing my bag. I knew I didn’t want him to go, but he was still going. I still put on my shoes. I still got in the car and went to school. I knew he didn’t want to go back.
Arriving at school, knowing what I was about to hear something I didn’t want to hear. Meeting up with him in the cafeteria, not knowing what to say. Feeling really down, I didn’t even want to talk. Hearing the gossip all around me, like standing in my own empty mind and hearing the same thing repeat over and over again, “Mussawer is moving away?! Everyone shut up!” I thought to myself. I was mad, sad, a little scared of why he was moving back. Today was going to be the toughest day of school I have ever had. I couldn’t focus the whole day. Just thinking why? Why is he moving back? He has lots of friends. Both his parents work. Why is he moving? …show more content…
Packing up and getting on the bus. I sit down in an empty seat as close to the window as possible. My mind going crazy as if I was in a traffic jam in New York City. Thinking to myself, only negative things. When I got home, I hopped on my bike and rode to Mussawer’s house. I saw him. Happy to see him sad he was leaving. “My best friend,” I thought, “my best friend is moving away.” Went into his garage and helped move the boxes from his attic to the truck. Lots of things to pack. “Mussawer text me once you arrive in Pakistan,” I said. “I know,” he would say, “I
Arriving at school, knowing what I was about to hear something I didn’t want to hear. Meeting up with him in the cafeteria, not knowing what to say. Feeling really down, I didn’t even want to talk. Hearing the gossip all around me, like standing in my own empty mind and hearing the same thing repeat over and over again, “Mussawer is moving away?! Everyone shut up!” I thought to myself. I was mad, sad, a little scared of why he was moving back. Today was going to be the toughest day of school I have ever had. I couldn’t focus the whole day. Just thinking why? Why is he moving back? He has lots of friends. Both his parents work. Why is he moving? …show more content…
Packing up and getting on the bus. I sit down in an empty seat as close to the window as possible. My mind going crazy as if I was in a traffic jam in New York City. Thinking to myself, only negative things. When I got home, I hopped on my bike and rode to Mussawer’s house. I saw him. Happy to see him sad he was leaving. “My best friend,” I thought, “my best friend is moving away.” Went into his garage and helped move the boxes from his attic to the truck. Lots of things to pack. “Mussawer text me once you arrive in Pakistan,” I said. “I know,” he would say, “I