Chatterbox: Inkwell

This is a short story I wrote and I would like some feedback, critique, commments, anything. Specifically, if anyone has a title suggestion that would be great!

Thanks guys!

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I woke up to a clear white morning. The entire yard was covered with snow. What a perfect morning for this day. I stared out the window, silently at the yard I wouldn’t see gain for a long time.

“Time to get up now,” I hear a voice calling. Time to get up and never come back again, I think.

I walk through the empty rooms running my fingers along the bare walls. Only a few stray boxes try to fill the space. And they are all being loaded up now as I watch. The moving van is filled with boxes of our stuff. The open car trunk, filled with suitcases. And I stand and watch.

The evening when I heard the new was just a typical day. I had come home from school with a couple friends. We were hanging out and just having fun. Being our care free selves. Until that same night at dinner.

“I have something important to discuss,” my dad began. Then he dropped the bomb.

“Grandma needs us near her to help” he continued. “And so, this summer,we will be moving out to be near her. He pauses in silence to let it sink in.

I am speechless. This is completely unexpected. I don’t know what to think. The new place will be so different. New place, new people. And there will be no snow.  

I remember the fun times we had each winter, sledding down the huge hill down the block, speeding down, shrieking the whole way, the snowman contest my family had each year. The huge snowball fights with the neighborhood kids. Our new home will have no snow.

I silently watched as the boxes were moved into the van, one by one. Outside the rest of the family was loading suitcases into the car, but I stayed inside walking, through the rooms again before we had leave staring at the empty spaces. These walls have held all my childhood memories. The laughter, the tears, everything was from this house. And I don't want to leave it. Not yet.

I stepped outside and took a long hard look at the home where I had so many memories. I touched the snow, it felt cold and clean. I wish there was snow in the new place we were going to. It would make me feel a whole lot better about this move.

Scanning my eyes down the street at the snow covered roofs and trees, I wish this moment would never end. The little playground at the corner where I had spent much of my childhood. The big oak tree in our backyard. The red brick house where I had lived my entire life. My eyes glazed, my mom came up to me and my sister and said, girls it’s time to go. Time to leave. Going away. Were leaving. Right now. Many thoughts swirling through my head.

I slowly walked to the car that would take us so far away to the unknown. So far from everything I have known my entire life. I stepped into the car and slammed the door, leaving behind everything I know and love. Sadness washes over me, but soon replaced by a feeling of content. I war leaving, but I didn’t have to leave everything behind. After all, this was just the next step.