Feelings and thoughts of Rebecca moving from her home

     Rebecca was short, skinny and had very pale skin; she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a grey dress, white blouse, white socks and black shoes. The black shoes were new and clean. In fact all of her clothes were clean and new. Rebecca walked slowly and sadly down the stairs leading to the garage. She was not known for that slow-walking tempo when coming down the stairs, in fact her father would call her “electricity” because to him it seemed like she was always in a race when coming down the tiny 18-step stairs like electrons in a circuit.

      ‘Rebecca, can you get the framed photo on the gold mantelpiece and take to the truck,’ her father yelled from the garage, but she never paid any attention to what he said. It just wasn’t her day. Experiencing moving from her house hit her very hard. She felt that she belonged there, as it was were she was born, said her first word, learned how to walk, graduated high school, had her enormous 18th birthday party and even her first ever sexual relationship. To her it was everything and moving away from it was big. She stood by the open window, staring at the 200 year old classic brown wardrobe being left there for. The unexpected tears streamed down her soft, pale face as she looked around. It was like having a gun your head and being told to look around for the last time of your life. ‘I’ll miss you’ she whispered softly. For her, this day was going to turn her life updside down forever.