It was just another ordinary day. The only difference was that Colin's dad had just fixed the old swing set, and we were going back and forth on the wooden structure as a break from our studies. Mrs. Martin had decided we'd deserved it, after the long hours of math problems and looking at the vertical lines of our geography textbook.

That's when we got the phonecall.

Colin and I were happily swinging, while the cool breeze swept through our hair. The old house's back door creaked open, and both of us pulled our swings to an abrupt stop, ready to run back inside for our Grammar lesson. But Mrs. Martin did not call us back. She instead yelled, "Jordyn, sweetie! That was your mother! She wants you back home now. She says she needs to talk to you."

Colin gave me a small smile and a wave,running to join his mother inside, as I made my way back across the yard. All that was running through my head were questions. Why did Mom call? What could be so important that she needs me home early for? Did my goldfish die?

I reached the front door, and let myself in. A Strange feeling of emptiness washed over me as I entered. I noticed the blank wall that would have held our family photos and memories. Why had they been taken down? Are we getting new ones done?

Two men I didn't know walked through the door behind me. I was baffled. Were these friends of my parents? Why are they here now?

The men then picked up the couch in the middle of the room, and just waltzed out of the house with it. Another unfamiliar man walked out of my parents room, carrying a large box. He set it down near the front door. I noticed the evergrowing pile of possessions lined up against the wall.

Inside my head, I was freaking out. I didn't know what was going on, so I did the only thing I could think of. I ran to the safe haven I called my bedroom. I found it just as empty as the rest of our house. Just this morning, I had arranged my books in alpabetical order, and now they were gone. My comforting red blanket was nowhere in sight,and all that was left of my bed was the cold metal frame. I was so freaked out, I didn't notice anyone else enter the room until I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I spun around, to see Dad kneeling beside me, while Mom leaned against the door frame. "We should've told you earlier. You're the only one who doesn't know," he said softly. This only made my confusion grow. What was he talking about? I needed to know! If curiousity really did kill that cat, I knew I was pretty much toast. "It's hard for us to say, but..." But WHAT? I wanted to scream. I wanted to just scream and make them tell me. But I got my answer without uttering a word.

"Stop beating around the bush! We're moving, okay?" my mother snapped. My nine year old brain was still too filled up with questions to even process what she had said. But as my thoughts faded away, I was left with only one.

I was leaving the farm.

My mom left the room for a brief moment, and returned quickly, throwing something down on my floor. "You can sleep in this tonight, and go get your stupid goldfish out of the bathroom!" she yelled.

With that, my parents left, leaving me alone in the cold empty room. I sat there for hours, silently letting the tears form tiny rivers on my cheeks. Every minute went by too quickly, and soon it was dark. I crawled into the sleeping bag, trying to imagine I was sleeping in my own bed that night. But my imagination failed me. With my goldfish by my side, I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, my parents woke everyone up earlier than usual in order to make sure everything was packed. Again, time went by rapidly, and it was soon nearing 10 o'clock. As I approached the car that was going to take me away, I looked back at what was my home. The nine years of memories this place held overwhelmed me, and the scene in front of me started to blur. I couldn't go. This place was all I'd ever known, and everyone expected me to just leave? My brothers finally had to nudge me to get in the car, and I hesitantly slid into my seat. The door slammed closed behind us, and Dad started the engine of the old van we had piled into. I risked another glance back at what would be my old home.

All of the places I'd be leaving seemed to fade away, as I focused on the boy running past the horses and barn with a confused look on his face. He was sprinting across the yard towards us, trying to understand what was happening. Before he could reach us, Dad stepped on the gas pedal. Colin stood at the end of our driveway, trying to catch his breath. I took one last look at my only friend before he faded away into the distance. That's when I realised that I was never going to see him again.

And I'd never even had the chance to say goodbye.

Hope you guys like it! I think I might have to go back to bed now... being sick is a pain. I'll try to stay on a little longer though.

-Maddy