My FULL NAME is Meghan Rose Sundberg
I live in Mamaroneck, New York, with mom and Kate.
I am fourteen.
I used to live in Southampton, New York but we moved a little less than three years ago.
It is true that I used to be a gymnast, though I haven't practiced in years.
I used to be able to do five back handsprings in a row; now I can only do two.
I used to be able to get up right away in the morning; now I at least need ten minutes.
I used to be able to get good grades without studying, but now I need to study at least two days before.
It is true I almost never skip my homework.
It is true that I always pick out my outfit and do my hair the night before.
I always like being prepared, You can tell. Hair and outfits. It may seem I’m uptight, but it's only when it comes down to my appearance.
It may seem like an ordinary word, but it's my favorite.
My story starts about a year before I moved. September of 2010, when my dad passed.
Dad was an electrician. Best in Southampton. He wore company sweatshirts and Timberlands every day. He always smiled, and it made someone's day a little better even though it was slightly crooked. He loved Halloween but was easy to scare. He loved dogs, but for my second Christmas he bought me a kitten, and I love that cat with all my heart. He has four kids: Me, Kate then my half-brother Tj, and half sister Jordan but in my heart, they are just my brother and sister. He once told us that in all the places he's lived Southampton was his favorite. As much as he loved it, he hated what the town was going through.
Bye, bye, home
I didn't want to go, and neither did my sister. To be completely honest, I could tell my mom didn't want to go either. After we lost my father, how could we stay in a place he lived? A place where everybody knew who he was. A place he owned his business. A place where we dreaded walking out of the house because everywhere we looked, it was a constant reminder of him. I couldn't blame her. She needed to be close to her family and to people who loved her, and that wasn't in Southampton. Well not anymore. Consequently, we moved to Larchmont. Mom had grown up there. Her brother lives there. Most importantly, she didn't mind leaving the house. On moving day it was a beautiful day not a cloud in the sky. I thought it was kind of ironic. My mom seemed so happy, a little too happy. Every time we made eye contact, she was smiling from ear to ear. I didn't quite believe her, but I was too upset to say anything. Within two hours the rest of my furniture was packed into the moving truck, and it was only a matter of time before we had to leave my house, well my old house now. As I stepped into the car, I saw a familiar white BMW pull up. It was my mom's best friend, Beth. She was like an aunt to me. She walked up to my mom and pulled her away from us. They talked for about a minute or so then hugged. Beth walked over to my sister and me; she told us that she would be taking us to our new house. Our mom would just be about 45 minutes behind us. I didn’t mind that much, just a little surprised that she would do that because it was a two-hour drive maybe three with traffic. I just smiled, grabbed my iPod and put in my headphones. As we drove away, I quickly turned to look back at my house one last time, and that's when I saw my mom's cheerful smile turn into a frown. A frown I never want to see again. I looked up as a tear fell down my face, and that's when I saw a single storm cloud form in the sky. When we got to my house, my mom came about hour after and I could tell from her bloodshot eyes and puffiness, she had been crying. Probably throughout the entire drive.