The Canadian stood outside his best friend's house, staring at the door nervously. Wow. This was going to be harder than he thought. His family was moving away to England and leave Canada, thus also leaving his childhood, and may be his only true friend, [Name]. He didnt want to leave, but his father's work was assigned to England and he had no way of refusing.
All my bags are packed Im ready to go,
Im standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up and say goodbye.
The Canadian turned his head, the sun was already rising. He had to go soon, or they'll miss their flight. He had to do it now, or never do it at all.
But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn,
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.
"Hurry up, bro! We gotta go!" Matthews brother, Alfred called. He ignored it.
Matthew stared at the door, he grabbed the doorknob and just as he was about to twist it, someone was twisting on