Ruhi Khan: Clouds

I sob as I run out of the school. Everything bad happens to me. Only me. I stomp home as tears flood my cheeks. When I come inside my home, my mother is there to greet me. I scream, “I DON’T WANT TO MOVE!!”

Hi, my name is Ruhi: Ruhi Khan. Yesterday night, my parents told me that I was moving from my beautiful India to a foreign place: to London. It went something like this.

“Honey, we have something to tell you,”my baba told me. “Kya hai(what is it)?”I asked curiously. I wasn’t really caring about his talks at the moment, to be honest. My maa handed me my favourite food, chicken curry while saying something. Not hearing, I asked, “What did you say, Maa?”. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just that we’re moving in 1 week,” my mom barely whispered. “WHAT!!!” I screamed so loudly that the whole world heard me.

I think you can understand why I was upset. (More like depressed) This news sucked because I have an awesome best friend: Avni Ahuja. What sucks, even more, is that I have to tell Avni(who I knew since I was 2) about this. A bit- no. I mean VERY tragic. So.. I tried to make excuses to get out of moving. They failed.

20 hours ago: “WHAT!!” I was speechless. Nothing came to mind other than that I would be moving from my beautiful India to a foreign country I’ve never seen before. My temperature got hotter, my heart started pumping faster, everything felt substandard. Nothing felt, RIGHT. I sat down, looking at my chicken curry. “I got promoted. That’s why we need to move.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I hated my baba at the moment. “Will we be staying in London forever? Will we come back to India?” For the first time in my life, I was hoping my baba would say no. “Yes. We’ll be staying there, forever.” Tears dropped down my cheeks. I pushed away my food before running to my room, crying.