>Requested by HabbyRabbit
Five years ago…
You had no idea how many times you’ve stared at the clock just silently urging it to reach ‘4’ at the speed of light so class (aka daily dose of torture) could finally end. But this time, it was the opposite. You watched how the long hand circled the round plane, hoping that, somehow, it would stop. After all, this was your last.
Tomorrow, your family would migrate to a whole new part of the country completely, because of your mother’s job. It was a once in a life time opportunity for her, and the life you’ve built here so far couldn’t even compare. This was your mother’s dream, and it would be heartless to be anything less than happy for her. So you tried to be.
But you couldn’t help it, could you?
It just felt as though everything was gradually slipping from your fingers – everything you’ve ever worked for,