Hidden Powers (Rewritten)

Sighing, I turn my back to the place I call home. Only in my dad's words, 'This isn't home anymore. River Valley is.'

Everytime he says that I roll my eyes and give him a look that screams 'ya right'.

I don't want to call that place home. I don't want to become some forest-loving, small town girl. I want to stay a city girl. In short, if you haven't guessed, I don't want to go.

I swallowed the lump building in my throat and give my friends one last bear hug. Lily, Helen, Julie and Abby are all crying. We've grown up together and I don't want to leave them. There sure is alot of things I don't want to do.

"Promise us that you will call us at least once a week." Abby whispered, her black hair flying in her face from the wind.

I nod and give the hug once last squeeze before climbing into the back of the family truck. It's large and blue and I it will be mine when I get mt licence this year. I'm 16 but i prolong getting because everywhere I go is within walking distance. And now that im going to a small town, i want my license to i can go into the city.

I smile weakly at my twin brother Matt before waving at my friends. They don't walk away but instead stand on the side walk and wave at me until the truck pulls out of their sight.

I turn around hopelessly and sigh loudly. A single tear slides down my tan cheek as my dad focuses on the long journey ahead of us.

"Why do we have to come? Why couldn't we just have stayed with grandma or at Auntie's?" I ask and I know my voice is a bit high pitched from my crying.

"We've been over this Alika. Your dad got transferred to River Valley and we are a family so we stick together." My mother said, turning around to give me a sad smile. "Plus, your grandma and Auntie have their own families to look after too."

I turned my face away from her as the tears fell freely.

Gently, Matt put his hand on my knee and squeezed. "Think of this as an adventure Aleek." He said using my nickname. His cool gray eyes searched mine and I could tell that he too is struggling to think of this as an adventure.

I nod my head and move his brown and blond hair out of his eyes before turning away from him too.

A gentle gesture, but a strong meaning. I had done that same gesture a long time ago when grandpa had died. I guess Matt took it that as i moved the hair out his eyes, it meant to keep his eyes open and to see the world openly despite all the pain he was feeling.

If only I had the same strength, I thought grimly. I ran my hand though my long brown hair and leaned my head against the tinted window. Letting the tears flow, i tried to imagine what the small town life would be like.

I didn't like the image. Not one bit.