Goodbye Clouds, Hello Smog

Sitting cross-legged on the boxes that contain the last of my belongings, I stare at the drops of water running down my window. My last days here in Portland had been quite glum, not because of the constant rain, cloud coverage, or the end of my 7th grade year. It was because of my depressing fate that lay ahead. All of a sudden I heard a knock on my door may I come in? my mother hollered, awakening me from my trance, I locked my eyes on the green trees outside.
It is open I replied, acid in my voice.
She approached me slowly placing a hand gently on my shoulder, everything will turn out great Rose she reassured me.
Sure mom, whatever you say I told her sourly, still looking away. With that she walked away, closing my door behind her, leaving me to my thoughts. This was my last day in my own Disney land. After realizing the similarities between this and my own personal hell, I scowled at myself. California was the last thing I wanted to think about right now.
I slid off the moving box, grabbed my jacket, and went downstairs. Where are you going sweetheart? My father asked from the kitchen, as I opened the front door. I slammed it shut without answering. This was exactly what I needed right now. It was drizzling, like every other day, but that did not matter to me. I exhaled deeply, refreshing my lungs, id been in my room far too long.
I headed toward the playground that was not far from my house. As I walked I noticed how truly beautiful the trees were in June, bright green. The rain had stopped now, leaving puddles behind, now the sun was shining brightly, I took off my zip-up and tied it around my waist. I could feel the vitamin D soaking into my damp skin; I was going to miss this place.
Maybe it is just my age, but even though I have moved countless times, Oregon feels the most like home to me. This is where I have made my closest friends, and a few enemies along the way. Portland is also the place where I will part with my sister; she is my best friend, and sometimes my second mother.

When I reached the park I sat down on the tire swing, whispering quietly to myself. Everything will be ok, I kept telling myself. I guess I know that is true, but there is still doubt lingering in my mind. As I spun in circles my phone vibrated in my pocket, I ignored it, getting up from the rotating wheel. My shoes squeaked as I put all my weight on them, drenched through my socks. I put my hands in my pockets and grudgingly headed back to my house.