The summer before my senior year was going to be the best one yet. Lying out in the hot summer air, going out with friends till one in the morning, sleepovers all week long, summer was going to be amazing! Not long into my summer vacation my mom had brought up the subject of us moving once again. It hadn’t really surprised me that she was bringing it up because I vividly remember her talking about it earlier in the year. She had been wanting to move for quite some time, always saying how nice it would be to get out of the city and into more of a country setting, perhaps to where my grandparents lived and some of my other close family. She spent the better part of the day discussing it with my brothers and me, and wanted to get our insight on the matter. Of course I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to leave my family, friends, and practically my whole life that I had been living for sixteen almost seventeen years, but I wanted to at least consider it for my mother. Before I knew it our house was up for sale and random people had been coming and going scoping out every little detail of the house to see if they might want to make an offer on it. This wasn’t just a house, this was my home, a home that me feel comfortable and safe in, and now people are coming in one by one and breaking that level of comfort. My mom had given me the option to stay behind and move in with a friend because she knew how much I wanted to spend my senior year with all my friends and to get the chance to walk with the class I have been with sense the fourth grade. I thought about it a lot, days on end but eventually deciding to go with my mom and start a new fresh life, I would always be there for my friends no matter what, distance didn’t mean a thing.
I spent my last night in the city with friends, swimming all day long till the sky was dark the only light being that of the glistening stars. I remember that night like it was just yesterday. Saying goodbye to the people you’ve...
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