The Move
The thought of leaving my friends terrified me. That was my exact thought, when I was discussing the move with my mother. My parents had decided on moving me back to our hometown of Woodruff, in hopes of starting a business there. Of course, like all teenagers would have been, I was angry. I was hostile. Maybe even a little depressed. But although it all seemed so negative, moving was the greatest event that had ever happened to me.
When my mother broke the news to me, I did not have a lot of time to recuperate. I was supposed to pack what immediate belongings I had and move in with my grandmother the very next day and even attend school that morning, while my mother and father began packing other things. My parents wanted to send