Manhattan

Brianna



Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting. -Peter Pan

Monday, August 4

I look out the dusty window of my mom’s car. I can’t believe I’m moving for the seventh time, and I’m not even in a military family. I know I should feel better because technically I’m moving back, but it feels like I’m moving to a place I’ve never been, full of strangers I only see on my birthday and at family reunions. You see, when I was six, I moved away from my hometown for my dad’s job, and at the same time, I moved away from my childhood best friend, Andrew. We were so close when we were little, but like all of my friendships, when I moved away, I was always forgotten. So I started shutting everyone out, not even trying to make friends at each place I moved, realizing the only person who wouldn’t forget me was myself. But it’s been six months since my dad and mom separated, and now we’re moving in with my grandma for the time being.

“Come on, Brinie! Grandma will be so happy to see us,” my mom announced as I jumped out of her hot pink Volkswagen. My mom always said she hated pink because it’s too dainty and not enough like a real feisty, tenacious, and courageous woman, and that hot pink represents just that.

“And maybe you might reunite with Andrewww!” my mom squeals. When she said his name, I could just imagine him with his glowing butterscotch skin, deep chestnut eyes, and unruly hair.

“But remember, just as friends,” my mom advised. She won’t let me date till I’m eighteen because she thinks I’m too young to date. But I think that if I were to die tomorrow, I should have at least one person who cared for me on a deeper level that wasn’t a family member. But even if I could date I never stay in one place long enough to actually get a boyfriend. Though this move might be different…



manhattan

😝10:10 PM

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