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.