Saturday, August 11, 2018

A Short Story: The Drive Home

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By: Abby O.  

I stuck my head out the window as the view became more familiar. I had missed home so much, and I couldn’t wait to see Betty, Thomas and Berkley. But as we were getting closer and closer by the second, we started slowing down. We had pulled into the lot to my favorite local circus. I was extremely confused, why were we here? Honestly, all I wanted to do was go home and take a bath then fall asleep.  
The show was amazing it had all of my favorite acts and my parents bought all of my favorite snacks. But I didn’t know why my parents brought me here. Were about to give me some really bad news? They didn’t really say anything though.  
After the circus, they just drove until we came across my favorite store. We went in and they bought absolutely everything and anything I wanted. Now, I knew that something was up.  
The next place they took me was my favorite bakery and they got me my favorite pastry, a cheese danish baked in a croissant. It was very savory and delicious yet it gave me a sour feeling in my stomach. Something is definitely different.  
After that, they wanted to take me to my favorite ice cream place, but I told them that we should just go home, but then they started to drive really slowly. On the super slow drive, they started chatting to me about camp and the car ride home felt a lot longer than it usually is from FroZone’s Ice Cream. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. 
The car drive was at least an hour and a half longer, and it wasn’t because my parents were driving slower and talking my head off. We were apparently taking the long way home. Then we came close into a neighborhood that was not familiar to me at all, and my dad started pulling into it! I was panicking. We were nowhere close to home. He was then driving down the street and started to pull into a driveway of a random house, then my dad said, “Welcome home, honey,” I was completely shocked surprised and I had no idea about this.  
We were so far from my school, my friends, and my lacrosse team. I was completely freaking out. I didn’t know what to say, I thought about running out of the car and to my room, but I didn’t know the way around the house, so I just sat there blankly.  
My dad ended up carrying me out from the car, which was the only place familiar to me now. I didn’t know what I was going to do. They gave me a tour, and led me to my room. I stared at the boxes but I had to start unpacking to get my room all set up before the first day of school 
As I quietly unpacked my room, I knew I was about to start a new chapter of my life. Sure, starting 8th grade not knowing anyone didn’t sound fun to me. I would have to find a new lacrosse team, a new group of friends and my way around my new school. I was completely scared and not ready for this big change but deep down inside I knew everything was going to be alright. 

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