When Celeste Dawn Cruz moves from her home to North Carolina, she at first is heart broken for leaving her childhood best friend Elizabeth. But Celeste is not your normal girl. She's an enthusiast and always sticks out of the crowd. But when she meets Roy, she noticed that there's more to the world then just her way of thinking.
Moving away and getting separated fro my one and only home for 16 years was a drastic and painful change. When I heard, it was sudden and random. I had come home from school, happy and clueless as could be when my mom, Marissa, bombarded me with the news.
Two words that made a hell of emotions run lose inside me. I was confused, upset, angry, frustrated, nervous…I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.
Don't take me wrong. I'm not a stressed and tensed up kind of person. Infact, I'm a take it easy girl. Me is optimistic, open-minded, sociable and over-friendly type of girl. In other words, an enthusiast. I'm not the emotional, Goth type. But that doesn't mean I won't get upset for anything.
Moving would mean getting separated from my one and only best friend, Elizabeth. She was what made my home special; my sister, my shoulder to cry on, my everything. But she wasn't like me. She was and over-sensitive girl. she couldn't look out for herself and she needed someone like me to stand by her side and defend her. Liz does have more friends then just me…but it'll still be different.
Breaking the news to her that I was leaving was something I had been dreading. It was difficult for me to get the words out my mouth and it was hard for her to hear it all. Since that time, life seemed to be moving in the speed of light. We valued every second of time we spent together, creating memories.
But now was the time it had all meant to come to. Her heart shaped face was flusing red, like how it usually is when she's going through something sentimental. She was twisting her finger through her curly blonde hair as she watched my mom check through our luggage one more time.
"I guess this is it," I said.
"Yep it is…" She said, her voice sounding hoarse.
She was so petite and fragile. Who was going to take care of my childhood best friend while I was gone? That was when it happened. She exploded.
Elizabeth threw her hands around me as she broke into tears. Her sudden outburst alarmed the other families around us, but once they noticed it was really just "one of those tragic goodbyes", they looked away.
"I'm going to miss you so much!" She exclaimed, trying to say all those words between her loud sobs.
"C'mon Liz, it's not that bad. There's still email," I said calmly, as I patted her back.
"But it's still different…you're not going to be here with me."
We were in that position, hugging each other. Then it was boarding time, Marissa and I had to go. Heart breaking, I said my first and last goodbye to Elizabeth.
North Carolina, that's where I am right now, I'm in my room in our new apartment and I'm unpacking every thing and getting things set up. I was depressed about leaving Liz behind. But there's no use crying over something you can't change right? Instead, I was looking forward to starting school here. North Carolina was a great place to live. After about an hour or so, all of my things were unpacked and I was set. So I went over to the kitchen and started helping my mom with the rest of the things.
"Honestly Marissa one thing that I just want to ask you is, why'd we have to move in the middle of the school year?"
"We didn't have a choice. Besides, you'll be the new student so you'll get more attention and people will want to know you."
"I know that. I'll be sticking out like…like the only patch of hay in the middle of the whole grass field!"
"Nice comparison," Marissa said with a smirk.
"Fine have it your way then. Which school am I going to anyways?"
"The one that's a few blocks away. At least I won't have to drive you there, you can just walk back home. Ashville Highschool? I forgot the name."
"Great…I'm going to be the new student in Ashville Highschool," I muttered.
"Why are you so grumpy? Don't you want to get a lot of friends?"
"I do but I don't want a lot of attention on me either. You know how it turns out for someone who comes in the middle of the school year."
"I do, I do," Marissa sighed.
With that, I walked over to my room and took out the paint buckets Marissa had gotten me so I can finally paint the room since I'm an artist and all. Just the way I could get my mind off a few things. 'Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures'