Chapter 1
Against 8th.
Some people look forwered to moving somewhere new. Some people hate the thought of leaving there home. Some decide too, some have no choice. I remember the morning like it was yesterday. We woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning. We were exhusted and sore from sleeping on the floor. We dressed and carried the last few boxes to the car. I had my ear buds in playing the song what hurts the most by rascal flatts. We finished and stood out side the house for a few minutes. August 8th. The day my life turned upside down. I remembered all the good and bad memories we had there in that house. It seemned to be more bad then good. The walls were filled with secrets that no one would ever know. Stories of how we survived. How we hurt. How we struggled. I remember my mom telling us we had to movie to help our aunt and uncle. But the truth is we were running from the law. We climbed in to the packed car. All six of us smashed into the back seat of the daraingo like some circus act. Mom put the dogs in the trunk and waved her freind that came all the way here to help us move goodbye. We turned on the long rod of new cut and knew we would never see this place again. We only made it up the road a little ways when the school bus passed us. Empty and dark as it always ways in the morning. I watched the streets pass buy as I saw the last of my child hood dissaper behind me. There was no point in saying good bye to those I knew. We just dissapered from that town like we were never there. An illusion to some. A fragment of imagination to others. I didnt know what to expect in this new town. What the people would be like. What I should look toward. For me it was like walking into a room with out my glasses. Seeing the vague outline of things. But never quite seeing the whole pictuer. We drove for hours only stoping for food,gas, and bathroom brakes. Driving over water and through feilds of yellow flowers. Driving down long highways with the wind blowing in cool air from the windows. To me nothing seemned to matter. A few hours later around noon we pulled up to this small house in a neghboorhood that was juat down the road from town. It was a small cookie cutter place. We jumped out the car stretched for a moment, when the door to the house flung open. There standing in the door way was my uncle, aunt and cousin. We greeted each other with hugs and warm words and began to unpack everything. With only three bedrooms me and my sisters were banished to the basment once more. Just like our old house we walked down to the cold cluttered basment with boxes of our stuff. Maria, my oldest sister choose the spot at the bottom of the stairs. She had a bed and dressers there already. Next to her was a camping cot and open shelving Joan took. Across from that was shelving and a couch that lynn gladly excepted. She was younger then me but liked more buy the others so it made sense she had that spot. At the end of the cluttered space was a hammock and a single plastic shelf covered in cobwebs. The space was smaller then the others but I would make do with it. Bell the youngest of us all,shared a room with our cousin. They were close in age and had simmilar intrest. The room had a bunk bed, a reclining chair and an xbox on the tv stand all set up with everything you could imagin. After unpacking the little stuff we had we began to clean the house. Sweeping moping. Dishes and orginizing everything. By the time we finished it was 8 at night. My uncle ordered pizza with shrimp from there local pizza place and we enjoyed a quite dinner. There was nothing left to do that night. We had moved and unpacked our belongings in one day. I guess when you spend your life moving place to place you get good at it. I ended up going down to the basment where I made up the hammock for bed. I slipped into some warm pjs and carefully climnd into it. And for those who dont know. It is nearly impossible to sleep in one. The constint movement. The lack of support was the worst part. I never had a nice bed but I wished I had something other than fabric and metal. I laid there for what seemned like an eternity when my other sisters came down for bed. They all dressed and climbed into there spots. I could hear light sobbing comming from them. We had left the place we called home. With out a single good bye. With out a single soul knowng where we had went. And they were missing there friends. I understood that better then anyone. Making freinds isn't the easiest for me. I'm a quite and timid person at first. The thought of trying to make friends at a new school killed me. I'm not the socialble type. Id rather suffer in silence then talking to strangers. But I guess its a part of growing up. Changing. Learning to thrive in a diffrent place. But all I wanted was to go home.
