I heard a pin drop & a nervous heartbeat [10]

"WHAT?!" I threw a pillow down on the floor in anger.

"Jade, you know we can't stay here. We HAVE to leave today!"

My mom was stressed to the max and very dissapointed. We had started a new life here. Just my mom, my sister, and I.

I looked up at her in disgust, got up, and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me.

As soon as I hit my bed, I burst into tears and screamed.

We were moving in with my Aunt Amelia in Parkington.

There was a soft knock on the door and the door cracked open slowly and my aunt peeked in at me.

"Jade? Can we talk about this? Please?" She said as she closed the door behind her and sat next to me.

"I don't want to leave. Everything was finally perfect. I love it here." I said as I shook my head and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Jade, your mother has made up her mind. It's for the best. If you don't move out now, the landlord will sue if you don't pay the rent." She shook her head and rubbed my back softly. "Now please, can you get the boxes from your closet and start packing your things? The moving truck will be here soon."

She smiled half-heartedly at me and walked out of the room, leaving me alone on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest.

After a few more minutes, I finally sighed and got up and walked to my closet and pulled out the boxes.

Taking each poster from my wall. Folding each item of clothing.

And finally, after an hour alone in my room, I took down each photo from my wall and packed them carefully in my empty photo album laying beside of my bed.

I looked at each photo, remembering the times that my friends and I had spent together. Then the tears started rolling from my eyes again as I realized that we would never share times like these again.

I had finally come to love Chicago. I had had the best friends I could ever ask for. And I had a found a boy that I was in love with.

I helped my mom and my aunt load the furniture into the moving truck in the driveway.

Each time I walked outside, I looked both ways down the street, hoping to see my friends running towards my house to share the truth and pain with me.

But they never came.

I packed my sister's things into the truck along with my own and the mover closed the hatch behind me.

It was nearly 6:00 in the afternoon by time we had everything packed. My sister and I stood in the front yard and took one last look at our old house. We were leaving our life behind again.

She looked up at me with the saddest look on her face. She was young, but she sitll realized what was happening.

"Come on Jade. Marie. We have a long ride back to your aunt's place." Our mother called from my aunt's SUV.

I pressed my face to the window, looking desperatley down the street, hoping to catch one last glimpse of my friends. But I never saw them.

We got onto the interstate half an hour later.

'Goodbye Pete. Thanks for helping me when I needed it most. Goodbye Andy, thanks for cheering me up. And goodbye Joe. I never told you this, but I love you.'