As a middle schooler nothing was better than the relief of stepping of the bus on a Friday afternoon free of homework free of worries. Walking down the street towards my house realization came upon me when reality caught up with what was happening. I approached our driveway the moving truck was being loaded my mom and dad home from work early and waiting there in the drive with a look on their faces like they had to explain how they killed someone. Almost as it was nothing they both explained the plan for the upcoming week. Anxiety, confusion and other emotions filled my mind as I started to pack. I get to my house driveway and I walk past the big moving truck and convoy of cars parked along the street, through my open garage into the house.
