9/4 story ii

9/4:
topic given- 'continue your short story'

(cont'd)
No one believed me at first. I had lived there for so long- why would I be leaving? Pulling aside my best friends one by one to tell them the news. I had to follow in my paretns' footsteps, pasting that same deceiving smile on my face in order to make them listen to me. It was hard to fight back tears myself long enough to tell them that my words were true. As much as I hoped and prayed for their falsehood, there they were.
The time before I was allowed to tell them was by far harder. Visiting the middle school with my classmates with no intention of attending it. Asking subtley for everyone's phone numbers and e-mail addresses, making sure we'd be able to keep in touch. Treasuring every moment spent with my closest friends, as if I were dying rather than moving in two short months.
We took a few trips out to California "to visit my sister!" I told everyone. "To look at houses," they told me. I hated it. California was too hot, too sunny, too hilly. Where was the snow? It was February, it should have been snowing.
"What do you want our new house to have, my love?" She asked me, kindly.
"Two floors, and a basement. And a big back yard and a big front yard with lots of trees I can climb in; a nice neighborhood with tons of kids my age, and it has to be on a cul-de-sac with a basketball hoop, and there has to be a sandbox overgrown with weeds and small trees, and a black painted deck with a picnic table on it, and-"
"Stop."
If she would've let me, I would have continued:
7945 Wildwood Drive,
Mentor, Ohio, 44060
I had described my house to a tee. I wanted nothing less, nothing more. Just home, and that was the only answer I was capable of giving.