Miles&Miles Away(Part1)
“Facebook me. Every. Single. Day,” my best friend said, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Everyday. No matter what,” I promised, pulling her in for a hug. Our last hug. The last time I would ever be able to physically hold my best friend ever again. The tears came out in buckets and buckets as I stood in my driveway, holding my best friend and never wanting to let go. But soon enough, way too soon enough, the time came. I let go and picked up my bag from the ground.
“I love you Shelby. I’ll miss you so much,” she told me, trying to wipe away the make-up that had smeared down her cheeks.
“I love you too, Carina. You will always be my best friend,” I responded and half-hugged her with my free arm that wasn’t holding the bag. I threw the bag in the backseat of my parents silver Ford Focus and hopped in next to it. Then, Carina came over to me.
“Be safe kiddo,” she said, her voice sounding really raspy. I couldn’t say anything I just smiled and felt more tears come out of my eyes, stream down my cheek and land on my leg. I knew not to wear mascara today, and I was smart. She shut my door and said goodbye to my parents.
“Bye Carina,” they both said, simultaneously. We began to drive off and I waved behind to my best friend for as long as I could before she disappeared in the distance. When she did, I burst out in tears. I felt my mom reach back and put her hand on my knee. I took her and didn’t let go as I looked out the window and said goodbye to the place I used to call home.
“Facebook me. Every. Single. Day,” my best friend said, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Everyday. No matter what,” I promised, pulling her in for a hug. Our last hug. The last time I would ever be able to physically hold my best friend ever again. The tears came out in buckets and buckets as I stood in my driveway, holding my best friend and never wanting to let go. But soon enough, way too soon enough, the time came. I let go and picked up my bag from the ground.
“I love you Shelby. I’ll miss you so much,” she told me, trying to wipe away the make-up that had smeared down her cheeks.
“I love you too, Carina. You will always be my best friend,” I responded and half-hugged her with my free arm that wasn’t holding the bag. I threw the bag in the backseat of my parents silver Ford Focus and hopped in next to it. Then, Carina came over to me.
“Be safe kiddo,” she said, her voice sounding really raspy. I couldn’t say anything I just smiled and felt more tears come out of my eyes, stream down my cheek and land on my leg. I knew not to wear mascara today, and I was smart. She shut my door and said goodbye to my parents.
“Bye Carina,” they both said, simultaneously. We began to drive off and I waved behind to my best friend for as long as I could before she disappeared in the distance. When she did, I burst out in tears. I felt my mom reach back and put her hand on my knee. I took her and didn’t let go as I looked out the window and said goodbye to the place I used to call home.