This story is based on “The Move”, another short story written by me in sixth grade.
This story and “The Move” are based on true events.
"Nick!!!", my Mom called, "Lunch!" That was my signal to come inside to eat. I hated my bike rides being cut short, especially when I had just gotten to the bottom of the hill. I made a U-turn at the bottom of the street. Then, I started biking up it in a zigzag pattern. This pattern made it easier for me to traverse up the semi-steep street. When I turned into the driveway I noticed a car that didn't belong to my family. Hmm... I seemed to recognize the car. I'd seen it driving up the street before. Ah! I know whose it is. It's Pat Murish, the Real Estate lady. But what was she doing here? I couldn't figure out. I parked my Bike and flipped the kickstand down. I took my black helmet off, my mother told me never to ride a bike without a helmet. I walked up the outside stairs. These stairs were made of slate, the kind of slate that you can peel up with your fingers in layers. I had spent many an hour doing this. Then I came to the porch, it was made of cement, the whole thing was arranged in a compressed U shape, encased by a black cast iron railing which paint was peeling off. Then came the front door, I spent enough time figuring out how to open the other side of this double door set. Then I walked over the floor, the fake tile flooring led to an up stair case and a down stair case. I went up stairs, walked through the hallway carpeted in a brown into the kitchen. The kitchen, which we had remodeled recently has a yellowish floor with a flower pattern on it. My mom put my lunch on the table. Ah, I was having my favorite, a Tuna sandwich with a Coke and Chips. I quickly started eating the sandwich.
I was nosey, as usual, and I started looking at the haphazardly scattered papers on the table. I always liked to find out stuff by looking at papers on the table. When my parents found out, they promptly moved all the important stuff to either the chest drawers or in their room. I saw lots of papers. They were Caldwell Bankers Real Estate papers. I looked a little more and I started to see several words like, “Sellers Guide”, “Sales Information”, and “Current market value for the Susquehanna Valley.” I ate some more of my sandwich. I kept trying to put the pieces together in my head, “Why was all this going on? What is going to happen?” It didn't dawn on me for a minute or two. Eventually it dawned on me, I was moving! Why had my parents not told me? Why had they told the Real Estate lady before me! Where was I moving! All of these thoughts ran through my head like an ocean and the salts of them were deposited onto my memory. I wanted to scream! I wanted to cry! I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I didn't know what I really felt. I sluggishly ate the rest of my meal, my mind was still overwhelmed with the thoughts. After I was done I put my dish on the counter, my mom told me to take a nap. I went up stairs, got into bed and I cried.