That first day of second grade promised clear blue skies and cotton candy clouds. I woke up to get dressed, and then headed out the door. I walked down my driveway, the end of which was our bus stop, to meet my brothers and sisters. It was going to be the start of a great school year, but nothing would have prepared me for the storm that was heading my way. As I was getting off the bus to go home, I never would have thought that my mom had some news she need to share with us, I would pack for good that night, or that I would leave everything, and one I loved behind.
That day as I got off the bus I noticed my mom waiting for us. That never happens I thought to myself, as I walked in to my home. Then I noticed my mom crying, “Mom? Mommy? What’s wrong?” I asked. She just told us to sit down, so we did. “I uh, I have something to tell you.” She said, “Just… Cheyenne go pack your stuff. Scott you too.” “But what about Beb? Or Shannon? And Drew? Aren’t they coming with us?” all I got was a head shake for an answer
The next thing I knew I was in my room crying. I had a box in front of me getting stained by the tears that by now, I didn’t even borther to wipe away. I didn’t know where I was going and I didn’t even know if I would even see my family again. I was crying for them, because of them, maybe I was just crying because I was the only thing I could do back then. I cried myself to sleep that night. That last time I packed for the better part of the next five years.
Finally the next day came, after a night of restless sleep. I climbed into our white mini-van after saying good-bye to my dad, my twin sisters, and my other brother, all of whom would not be joining us and heading off to some place new, different, someplace that was not home. I closed the door behind me. My mom got in the front seat of the van. Hesitated a moment before staring it. Then we were driving down the dirt that was our driveway. I looked out the back window to see the other half of my family waving at us. “Bye” I whispered only loud enough so that my brother griped my hand and gave it squeeze. I waved back sadly.
After that the days, the weeks, even that year was all a big blur to me, like I was watching a movie on fast-forward. I look back now and think that maybe if I had said something different, or made better grades on my spelling tests, I could have grown up with my family, and my friends, and have a dog named Goldrush still. Yeah, and maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will all be a dream.
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