1 chapter one

the snow fell from the sky as I stared up. trying to catch a glimpse of the bright blue sky from the window. grey clouds float around the Alaskan sky as small patches of sun breaks through the falling snow.

"Abriel," my mom calls out to me pulling me out of my deep thoughts. I look towards my mom, not saying a word as none come to my mind.

"Are you call packed?" she asked looking at me. waiting for me to say something but i dont. I nod my head. I wish I could say something but it feels like not a single word that I could say would mean anything.

A month ago. Everything was fine but now everything is not fine. A month ago, u wouldnt be standing here in silence as our bags were packed to move 4,253.6 miles from Juneau, Alaska to Miami, Florida. heck it would possibly be even more than that. before all of this, I would be crying to my once best friends Ally and Chase. I would be crying to my dad to change my mom's decision but neither of those things can change anything now.

my dad has been dead for a month and my once best friends no longer talk to me.

"Please Abriel, you have to say something" my mom says and I picked up the small notebook that sat on my large turquoise blue suitcase.

"I cant" i wrote to her "Even if I did. I have nothing to say"

tears fill my mom's eyes and I look away, as I felt my own water as well.

"let's go, our flight leaves in a couple of hours" my mom says as she went out to the car.

I looked around what use to get my bedroom. the sky blue walls with a single light pink wall. a large window that looked over our large from yard. Tears willed up in my eyes. remembering all the good times. with my mom, my dad and my use to be best friends. now I can barely look at these walls without tears falling from my eyes.

"I'm sorry" I actually say as tears fall down my face. i could have done something. i could have said something. All the things i could have said one month ago is all I can think of but are useless now.

"I'm so sorry" my knees buckle from under me. As I felt my body getting heavier and heavier. pulling me to the ground. I let out my Last grief before leaving the place I once called home ever since I could talk.

to me at this very moment, it felt as if I'm running away from all the problems. From all the emotions but it's not like I had really anyone to talk to anyways.