My name is Jennette Jackson. I moved here, to Denver, Colorado, from Miami. You know how hard that is? Going from one place that rain regularly to one place with air so dry it feels like you skin is cracking just as you walk outside? Well, it sucks.
But my older sister, Amelia, has been taking care of me ever since my parents died in a car accident when I was twelve and she was eighteen. Four years have passed since.
Did you know that the job market is terrible in Florida? Ever since the economy crashed, my sister and I have been stuggling. I even gave my sister my life saving that I had been hiding in my piggy bank under my bed.
Finally, after years of just scraping by, her boss just let her go.
I was asleep that night, dreaming that I was in a meadow. I was lying in the sweet flowers, watching the clouds drift across the sky. I sighed and felt the sun warm my skin.
I was suddenly pulled away from my dream and into the reality of my life.
"We have to go," my sister said urgently.
"What?" I asked.
"Moving? What are you talking about?"
"Well..." She loooked hesitant. "Alright, fine. I was fired two weeks ago. Since then, I've bought an apartment for us in Colorado. We're moving there. I've already packed up all the things that we're taking, the rest we're selling. But I still need you to take the sheets off your bed so we can put it in the van."
I sat there a moment. "And why are you just telling me this?"
"Because I knew that you would argue with me if I told you sooner. Let's go. Put some clothes and shoes on. It's going to be a long drive."