we were almost done unpacking my room, i haven't stayed in one place for more than 3 years at most. This was most likely no differn't.
"Rain once you are done we'll look at your new school!" said my mom over excitedly. she should be more sad, but she wasn't, i wasn't my sister storm wasn't. you see my father had died 8 years ago i know we should be back to normal. looking into my new home with out my father saying "how you like it bug", is making the wound fresh.
"yeah i'd love that." i say slightly moping which is the equivalent to a full on sobbing with me.
"oh, honey. what is wrong" says my mom
"we move every year! why can't we stay in one place! if we hadn't bothered trying to move 8 years ago dad wouldn't be dead!" i say bitterly whipping off a little tear on my cheek.
"oh my baby you know, that we haven't found the right place for us yet," says my mom sadness leaving her throat dry "but if you truly mean that we can stay here for awhile."
"you mean it!" i say shocked and with naive hope, "thank you mother
she helped me unpack the last box. the day was beautiful, the grass was an emerald green (not a sandy brown as i am used to), it was not Tennessee. It was Oregon, green, flowery, rainy, Oregon. We had been unpacking for months ,so going out side to my new school was a relief. it was still a country area so we still had to drive. we were going to West Linn high school. West Linn is a small town in Oregon, south of Portland.
The school had a dome like coliseum i front. A plack with a ion on it read west Linn high school. this school was awesome looked so old ,but in a way very new.
"what did your just-for-fun-quiz say" says my mom with interest
"black fox, purple dear, yellow cougar, blue rabbit." i say confidently, i am good at memorizing things. that is why i am soooooooo good at math, and moving, and cleaning.
hold the spark,
Rain
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