The Pond

Moving to Tennessee seems hard, especially when you have to break up with your boyfriend, leave your friends, and your mother.
After meeting the hottest boy in town Wren must decide whether to stay with him and get sucked into the drama or break up with him and have a fun high school experience.

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2. Tennessee

All of our things in Tennessee had arrived half of the furniture already pieced together. I walked into the house. It was huge. I had never been there in real life, only in pictures. I’d barely talked to my dad all day.

“Wow.” I finally said.

“Go check out your room.” He replied.

I looked at him and he nodded.

“Wait,” I said before I left, “Where is it?”

My dad laughed. “Upstairs, second door to the right.”

I smiled. “Ok.”

         I walked upstairs, opening each door as I went just to see what was inside. The first one I opened was a small room with a desk and two chairs. I’m pretty sure that room had no use. It was just there. The second room was to the right. This was my room.

         I opened the door. Light blue was painted on every wall of the room. That’s my favorite color. The room was amazing. Everything I could ever imagine was in it. A walk-in closet, it even had its own bathroom. It was a little too much for a house that we just moved into, the two of us. But at the looks of it, I could deal. I plopped on my bed kicking off my shoes. That’s when I broke down.

         All my friends back home were only on Facebook now. Jack was only an ex. My mother was only someone I was related to. The pond was only a memory. I hadn’t told anyone, but when I was at the pond I took my Gatorade bottle and scooped up some sand from the pond. That’s the closest thing I had to what I called home.

        

   When I woke up it was already dark. I got off of my bed, forgetting completely where I was. Then I remembered we had moved into this house. I still thought it was super weird that someone had come in and unpacked everything putting it all away so neatly. Knowing my dad, he probably had hired an interior designer to decorate the place.

         I walked down the hallway and downstairs into the living room. A digital clock was glowing on the other side of the room. It read 1:47am. I frowned, what time had I fallen asleep? It would be really hard getting back on the same old routine. So I plopped on the couch, slowly drifting back to sleep.

 

         “Wren… Wren, its time to get up.”

My eyes slowly peeled open. I had just gotten to sleep! I groaned, “Ugh. What time is it?” I asked.

My dad held my shoulders, helping me get up, “Its one.”

“In the morning?” I yelped.

“No, in the afternoon.” My dad laughed.

“Oh.” I yawned, remembering what time I had come downstairs. I slowly got up and walked into the kitchen. My dad was putting on a tie and walking out the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“Job interview.” He replied

“Oh,” I yawned, “Good luck.”

He walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek with a hug.

“Thanks. Now why don’t you go up stairs get dressed and maybe walk around town?”

“Yeah. Ok.”

         Once my dad had left, I walked around the house. Peeking in rooms I hadn’t seen yet. I got bored so I went up to my room put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I went back down stairs grabbed some money and my key to the house.

I opened the front door and took a sip of the fresh air. I walked down the gravel driveway and then turned around. I looked at the house. It was even bigger than I had thought. I couldn’t believe that I actually lived here now. As I walked down the road, the houses seemed to grow larger. I thought of our house back in California. Maybe it was two stories, but it was still a lot.

 

I was lost in my thoughts. If anyone asked me whom I missed the most, my answer would be Jack. I thought I would be ok with it. I thought he would too. But I guess it just wasn’t that easy. Jack and I had been together for a while. We loved each other. It was so hard saying goodbye. Hopefully I’d see him again. But I don’t know what I would do. Would I cry? Hug him? Be happy? Feel awkward?

Right as I turned the corner, a car came racing towards me. I wasn’t looking and the car screeched to a stop, three feet in front of me. A boy with dirty-blonde hair and green eyes looked me in the eyes. I stood there, my hand reaching out signaling the car to stop. The boy got out of the car.

“I am so sorry.” He said

I was silent. “Look where your going moron.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again.

“Yeah,” I said, “You better be.”

“Are you ok?” he asked me.

“For almost getting hit by a car, I’d say I’m good. And you?”

“Surprised.” He replied.

“I bet.” I mumbled

“How can I make it up to you?” he asked me.

I shrugged. He looked at me a little longer.

“I’ve never seen you around here, you look lost.”

“Yeah, well I just moved here from California.”

“Get in the car.”

“Whoa. Just because I’m new here doesn’t give you the right to kidnap me!”

He laughed, “I’m not. I’m just going to give you tour.”

I laughed in response. “I’d actually prefer being kidnapped then getting a tour of this boring town.”

“If you say so,” he said getting back into his car, “good luck on finding your way home. All of these houses look the same.”

I looked around at my surroundings. “On second thought I would love that tour.”

“Thought so.” He smiled.

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