My Reverence

Chapter 3

My best friend tugged me on my shoulder.
"What?"
"Zara, I'm not happy at all about this."
"I know", I replied.
"I mean, why can't you still go to Wakefield?"
"Because, the other high school is closer", I replied.
Isabelle sighed.
"It's not fair."
"I know."
"What about our friendship?", she asked.
"We'll still be friends, I promise."
She smiled.
"I don't want to let you out, but I know I have to."
She pulled into the driveway and dropped me off. My dad was right there waiting for me.
"Hey Zara."
"Hey dad", I said.
"Umm, what do you think?"
He moved out the way so I could get a better look at the house.
"It's cool", I replied.
"Cool?"
"Yeah, it's okay."
He gave me a disappointed look.
"I thought you would have least found the two screen door appealing", he replied.
I shrugged.
"Like I said, the house is okay. I'm not downgrading it or anything."
He walked me to the back. The grass was neatly cut and the there were hardly any trees.
"Pretty good huh?", my dad asked walking behind me.
"Yep."
He showed me some other aspects of the house.
"The truck should be here any minute with our boxes and furniture."
"Cool."
"By the way, I talked to Mr. Easton, the principle at Groom High School and he said you can start tomorrow", he continued.
I tried to hide my disappointment as much as I could. I knew that I would be starting over at a brand new school, meeting different people, and would have to deal with a thousand personalities.
"Sounds great dad", I replied.
He gave me a thumbs up.
The truck pulled into the drive way.
"This is 912 Dillard St. right?", he asked.
"Yep."
My Dad helped him unload our stuff.
I stood there and watched as they carried our furniture in the house.
It was honestly unfair. I could no longer see my best friend during the day, and I would have to deal with my sleep struggles alone. It was like pain, but being done to my mental state.
"Zara!", my dad yelled.
"Yeah?"
"How about we go out and get some lunch after we finish getting everything in the house?"
"I don't know Dad", I replied.
He frowned.
"Now, you know you love Chicken Alfredo."
I rolled my eyes.
"I do, but I have a busy day tomorrow and I just want to rest."
"Please honey", he begged.
"Fine."
He smiled and went back inside.
Even though I was mad at him, I couldn't tell him no. We always go out to eat when we can, and I knew it would make him happy to see me enjoying myself. And though tomorrow was the day, today wasn't. I just have to keep my head up and look on the bright side, because it won't always be like this. This was just temporary.