So that was it. Today was the day. Today was the day that would likely ruin my life. The
day I had been dreading for what now felt like decades, (one year to be exact,) was
finally here. Today was the day we would have to move. Not just to a new house in the
same town, but to a whole new state! Which also meant leaving my friends, school, and
basically my whole life behind me. I knew I would have to start preparing the second I
heard this day might come. And I thought I had been. For a whole year no less. But now
that the day was actually here, I felt about as prepared as a baby bird with no wings. And
now my mother is trying to push me out of the nest! And once she succeeded, down I
would fall into my new life of nothingness. “Jared!” My mom called from down the stairs,
“time to go!” I took a deep breath. “I'll be fine.” I told myself “After all, miracles can
happen.” But I had a feeling there'd be no miracle in my story. There never was. Nothing
particularly good ever happened to me when I really needed it to. I packed my last pair of
clothes into my black, boxy old suitcase, and headed toward the door. I stared at the
knob for a few seconds, took a few more deep breaths, and opened the door to my
whole new life of misery. I had no idea then, where this adventure in life would take me. I
could only hope that I would survive it.
