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Moving day, the day I've been dreading the last few weeks has finally arrived at my doorstep (literally). I find it very unfair of my parents to have me move with them  out of the blue to a new place I’ve never heard of, but they keep telling me that it will be a good experience for our family. But I can tell that something else is going on, something threatening, to change for the worse. My friends beg me not to go; but there’s no use to try to change my parents minds, once they have their minds stuck to it it’s impossible to change their decision, let alone changing a minor detail in their great masterpiece of a plan. As I wrote this in my journal in the peace and quiet in my once filled room there was a knock on the door which made an echo throughout the room, disturbing the peace i needed. I looked up at the door feeling annoyed and answered “Yes?” the doorknob turned and the door swung open slowly revealing the picture of my mother in the door frame. She stared at me softly with a hint of an apologetic look in her eyes, she then asked in her soft and familiar tone “Are you all packed to go? The moving truck isn’t that far away…” I nodded then continued writing “Yeah…..” she nodded and stared around the empty room “I'm really going to miss this place….” I nod again, she brushed the soft brown strands of hair out of her green eyes to their place behind her delicately crafted ear. Her tan skin looked darker in my olive colored room. She smiled with her perfectly straight teeth and softly said “I remember you running around during the night cause you couldn't sleep” I sigh and look up at her and ask “Why are we leaving?...” the tan on her face grew a little lighter, making her face look a little pale. “I don’t know to be honest, but your father does… and I’m going to trust his judgement on this decision…” I nod and look back at the journal. “Is he ever going to tell us?” she shrugged softly “I think that’s up to him to decide…” I sighed softly and looked out the window, I stared at the  tree that i used to play in as a kid. I remembered the feeling of the bark scratching up against my skin as I ventured to climb up to the top of the once thought giant of a tree. Visions of my friends and I playing in the tree suddenly invaded my thoughts, then the sudden wave of guilt washed over me. My mother somehow could read how i felt, she then sat next to me on the floor and wrapped her arms around me, she rubbed my arm and said as though she hasn't before “I know it’s hard, but it’s for the best” I sigh softly again and close my eyes. There was another knock on my bedroom door, as I looked over my saw my dad standing in the doorway with a slight concerned look on his face “Is everything alright?” my mother and I both nodded, his look of concern melted away and his happy, smiling face resurfaced.  “Alright, im trusting you two” We both managed to smile; we can manage a smile for him, after all that he’s done for the two of us we can manage a smile for him. As he walked out of the frame and down the hall way my mother got up “Finish packing up, alright?” I nodded, she gave me a small smile and left through the door. I once again look around the now empty room, then down at the page I was writing on. I then picked up the pen I was using and added “Either way, they promise that something good will come out of it… so I’m gonna trust them; After all, they are my parents.” I then put my pen down and close my journal. I then picked up the journal and stood up, I walked to the door frame and grabbed my backpack and stuffed the journal inside. Without looking back i close the door behind me and quickly walked down the hallway into the kitchen, I looked at my parents.  They were huddled together with their backs towards me, I could hear hints of concern in their low voices as they conversed with each other. I cleared my throat, they both jumped a little and quickly turned around and stared at me with wild eyes. They then took a breath of relief, my father then asked “Are you all packed?” I nodded then glanced at his hands, he held what looked like a letter composed of newspaper and magazine clippings. I looked back up at them “Is everything okay?” they looked at each other then back to me and both replied “Yeah, of course!” I felt uneasy about their answers, I looked over at my mother. She gave a forced smile, usually I could tell when she was forcing a smile. She then walked over to me and moved my strawberry blonde hair out of my eyes and said “I promise everything is fine.”  I smile for her and nod, she then pulled me into a tight hug and stroked my hair gently. This made me even more worried, I looked over at my dad and he gave me the same forced smile my mother did before. I then pull out of the hug “Let’s get going, I wanna get there as soon as possible!” My parents looked at each other, their looks eased and my dad looked back at me “Alright… go climb into the car, we’ll be right there.” I nod and walk outside and into our good old 2000 dodge caravan with some pretty decent sized dents from the recent deer accident from a couple months ago. I watched from the back of the car through the window to see my parents still talking and waving the letter or note around in the air. My mom walked off and out the door to the car as my father was talking to her, he then looked at me then gave another one of his forced smiles and then made his way outside. My  mom climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up while letting out a small sigh. My father climbed into the driver’s seat, he looked over at my mom; he then squeezed her hand and smiled slightly. She smiled slightly and squeezed his hand back. We drove out of the driveway and down the road, I took one last look at my childhood home. A rush of emotion rushed over me, a tear escaped my eye. I quickly wipe it away and look to the front of the car, my blue eyes soaked in the last sight of my childhood world which consisted of my neighborhood, the gas station just outside the neighborhood, the elementary, middle schools that I went to. Then lastly the high school where all my friends would be attending their senior year without me, sadness filled me once again, but I didn’t let it consume me like I did before. My whole world is crumbling down to the base, but i only shed one tear through it all.  We drove out of our home state of Nevada and we slowly made our way to the misty state of Washington, we passed through unknown cities and small towns, some had carved bears in pieces of wood. Others were known for their strange attractions and jewelry shops. And each town/city had its own smell, one smelled like pine, another smelled sweet like flowers after a storm; My favorite town we passed through smelled like a storm. My parents sang to old country songs that were older than me, ones that they grew up with. It felt like a surreal dream, like we weren't actually going anywhere. Hours passed; we finally make it to the last stretch of land before passing the border to Washington, my parents looked happy to make it this far. Everything was going our way, then my dad looked back at me with his bright, handsome smile. Three hundred yards till the border. My mom was smiling too, holding my dad’s hand and laughing as he started to sing to another country song terribly. One hundred yards to the border. I suddenly felt my stomach turn; I looked out the front window, a semi-truck was waving over the double lines on the road, racing full speed at us. Dad tried to maneuver away from the truck as my mom’s screams followed…. Welcome to Washington…. I must have blacked out because when I woke up it was dark, and cold.  I looked around and noticed that we were all upside down, I tried to recall what happened. As it all came back to me I glanced at the front of the car, there was a big hole where my parents once sat. overwhelming sadness overcame me as the truth hit; I was alone…. I Wanted to sob, cry, even scream. But to my surprise I couldn’t, I then found a sharp pain coming from my side. I looked down to find that a piece of metal had been launched into my side, a sense of panic replaced the sadness that was there before. I looked around wildly for the button to release my seat belt from its prison, I finally found the button and pressed it. I fell onto the roof of the car, as I fell I hit the piece of metal on the ceiling handle of the car. I gasped for air, I could tell that I was in an unstable condition. I crawled out of the gaping hole that used to hold the front seats, I crawled at least ten yards away from the car onto the road and layed there. ‘This is it…. This is how I’m going to die…. Eighteen year old girl moving to Washington with her parents who died on the border of Washington…’ I closed my eyes, I could feel the small droplets of water land on my body. I could feel a small pool of blood forming by me. I knew that by the time someone found me I was going to be long gone. Just then I heard a car screech to a stop, then a car door opening. I could feel myself fading, I then heard someone run up to me then the sensation of them picking me up and running back with me in their arms. I then blacked out again...