I thought I’d do something new. I haven’t written any fiction on my blog because it’s more pop culture related than creative writing. I thought I’d at least try it out in order to mix it up a little bit. I’ve been writing pretty much the same thing because I’m not sure what else to say in relation to my theme. Writing a fictional story about change seems like a good idea and I might try to do at least one a month, maybe more in the coming months! Hope you enjoy the story.
I’ve lived in the same bright blue picket fence house in the small state of Connecticut all my life. My neighbor Maddie has been my best friend since I was old enough to talk. Our moms have been best friends since my mom moved in two years after Maddie’s mom. Her mom came over to welcome my parents to the neighborhood and they became instant friends. Maddie and I went to the same school. We’ve been in the same classes all of our lives. That all changed when my parents took me aside one day when Maddie and I were working on homework in my room and told me we had to move to California.
My dad is a filmmaker. He’s been making low budget documentaries since I was a little girl. After a visit with a fellow filmmaker, my dad felt like his best chance to make quality movies was heading for California. My mom makes her own jewelry and collects vintage clothes along with some other vintage items she loves. She also visited California with my dad when the two had their sets sights on a house. My mom had never been to Los Angeles before so she hunted out some vintage stores to look at. Much to her surprise, the city and some smaller surrounding cities were vintage goldmines. They visited the local school and reported back to me that I would just love it. How can I love something that I’ve never seen before? I’m used to my high school and I have no interest in going anywhere else. I tried to talk my parents into letting me finish my last two years of high school here but they said a change of scenery would be good for me.
I’m sixteen years old. I’m old enough to know what’s good for me and what’s not. Maddie’s family offered to take me in but my parents said that part of me growing up is adjusting. I’m the one who has to say goodbye to the town I was born and raised in.
My parents gave me the news in May which left me three months before I had to move. Saying goodbye is never easy. I know now that it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I didn’t have a choice in the matter and I think that’s the hardest pill to swallow. Maddie’s whole family came over the morning we officially left to say our final goodbyes. Maddie and I were both only children so it was like she was my only sister. She was having a hard time letting me go, crying incessantly and refusing to let go of me as I tried to load my stuff into the U-Haul.
“Lissie, please don’t go,” she kept crying and repeating over and over.
My real name is Annalisa but Maddie has called me that since we were babies. I was lucky to live next door to Maddie for sixteen years. Even though I no longer have it, I just have to keep in that in mind.
“We’ll always be best friends Maddie. You don’t have to worry about that,” I told her as we both hugged each other with tears streaming down our faces. We knew that things would be different with me halfway across the world but someday, if our friendship really means something, we’ll still be close friends. That was the day I learned how you say goodbye.