Sunday, 24 December 2006
04:15:35 AM (GMT)
when i came home from school, i knew something was different. my dad was home, and
he's never home from work until 6. and everything was quiet. i ignored it at first,
but it was bothering me, that there was something going on that i didn't know. at
dinner, i asked my parents what was going on.
"is everything alright? yall are acting really quiet and weird..."
my parents exchanged a glance and then my mom started to talk.
"well, honey, um..i don't really know how to say this, but..."
"oh my gosh, are yall getting a divorce?!" my sister exclaimed.
"no, no nothing like that." my mom reassured her.
"well, what is it then?"
"okay, your dad's job has been transferred."
"you mean we have to MOVE?" i was completely shocked. i didn't want to move!
"yes we do, but it won't be that bad. it's only 5 hours away, so you can always come
back to visit." my mom was trying to make everything seem okay, but it wasn't. ONLY
FIVE HOURS? my sister began crying.
"so where are we moving to?"
"well, we are actually moving back to san antonio."
"WHAT? i hate san antonio! i like it here!" i ran to my room, slammed the door, and
flopped down on my bed. i wasn't moving. i couldn't. i liked where we were just fine.
you see, i was born in san antonio, and lived there until i was five. then my dad's
job was transferred to fort worth, and we'd lived here since. i didn't want to move
back. all my friends were here. i liked my school. i didn't want to leave.
to be continued...