Everyday last year, my friend, Aleesha and I, would meet at the same spot to ride our bikes to school together. All year we would take the same route to get to school. One morning, we rode our bikes to her house to pick up her little sister, and I noticed a "for sale" sign from one of the local real estate agencies in our town. I asked Aleesha what it was for and she sadly replied that her family was moving to a house that was in another school district, and that she was going to another school.
My heart raced faster than ever, Aleesha had been my best friend since first grade. My parents were looking for a house too, and eventually they did find one, but I knew they would keep me at the same school for my last year because my sisters went there too. But anyway, the days raced into months and I was getting nervous. What if I would never see Aleesha again?
The last week of school came and everything went smoothly, sometimes I would take long bike rides, just to think about school without my best friend, or I would shut my self up in my room and not come out for hours. I was also calling Aleesha more and more, just to talk to her, it was the like I had a fear that she was going to disappear right in to thin air any minute. Finally, the night before the last day of school, or what I thought, the last day I would ever talk to or see Aleesha again. I was trembling like an earthquake that had just started to happen in my hands and feet. I went to bed stressed and worried with unpleasant thoughts in my head.
I pedaled hard and fast with the wind in my face to the end of the street where I had met Aleesha everyday to go to school. Aleesha was pale and did not talk for a long time. The route we had taken so many times felt long and miserable, not warm, short, and cheerful as it usually did. Sadness was between all of Aleesha's friends, including me. We were not laughing or goofing off as we usually did. Today the school day was cut short to 12:00 instead of 3:30.
It came to the end of the day quickly, and when our teacher started to hand out report cards, all of Aleesha's friends were sobbing. We went outside to get our bikes and I could barely see because my tears had faltered my eyesight. One of my other friends, Macartney, asked me if I wanted a ride home because I couldn't see. I said no, I wanted to be with Aleesha for the last time I would see her in a long time. We got to Aleesha's house and her mother was waiting for her, their house had sold, there was no turning back to their old house to live in. We rode to the place we always met at to go to school. We hugged for a last time. I said good-bye and I rode back to my house, still crying.
Macartney rung the doorbell, I got it and she asked gently if I wanted to go to lunch with her mother, sister and herself. I said no thank you, I was tired and sad. She left and I went to my room and looked in the mirror. I saw my tear stained face and my red eyes. I got on my bike and rode to the place we had always met to go to school. I took a notebook and pencil from my backpack and started writing. I wrote a story about two girls, Liz and Sadie, and how Liz was going to move away for her father's job. The girls made a plan to keep her family from moving, but Liz and Sadie back down from the plan and Liz moves. It was Aleesha's story of moving and my sadness that made the storyline. I keep in touch with Aleesha, but not as often as I would like to, but I know we will be friends till the end. I also keep on going to that same spot where we would meet to go to school, and I will keep on going there in the future.
