Moving
by Bado
It was an ordinary day coming back from after school workouts and I was about fifteen years old. While walking home I noticed there was a moving van parked on my driveway. After I walked in my house, I didn’t see anybody in my house. First my living room was empty and there were big boxes packed on the side and all of my trophies and clothes were in boxes.
A couple minutes later, I heard a knock from the door. It was my parents. I opened the door and they walked in. They told me a huge surprise, “Son, we are moving.”
“What, why?” I asked. I was shocked and I was very unhappy. I felt like crying. I ran up the stairs to my room. Everything was packed. I started unpacking.
But my mom walked in. “Stop! Pack everything now,” said my mom.
“No, please mom, I don’t want to move,” I said. But I still had to pack everything.
Then I asked her when we were leaving. “Tomorrow,” mom said.
I was really sad. I have never felt sadder because this was my home. Minnesota was my home. I lived there all my life, but I was hopeless. “Looks like we are leaving in the morning after all,” said mom.
That night I called one of my friends. His name was Almin. I asked him if he wanted to come over for a going away party. “Sure, why not. I’ll get the others,” Almin said. I told him that tonight was my last night, and my parents weren’t home, since they were out shopping for the long trip to Chicago.
At about 12oclock pm I heard my friends pulling up on my driveway. They knocked on my door and I welcomed them as always. Their names were Thomas, Elmin, Gary, and Taun. They were my best friends, and they were always there for me when I needed them. So we had a little party. We called some girls over, we danced, we ate, and we watched a couple of movies.
At about 3 am the girls left and everybody was getting tired, so we all said goodbye to each other and they left. Then I went to bed because I had to leave in the morning to go to Chicago.
That morning my mom woke me up for breakfast. She told me that I had to pack up the things we needed in the garage. “Oh, okay,” I said with a sad face. An hour later we were ready to leave. When I was about to leave I saw my friends coming to my house to say goodbye. I got out of my car to say goodbye, then I said I will come visit, and that was it.
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