Moving

The school that I went to was getting smaller and people were moving on to different schools and towns. Most of the people that moved I didn't know that no one from my grade had moved yet. Not like they would have known each other almost from birth. My parents had brought up moving several times throughout the last months but I had refused. I was living the life of my dreams. Why would anyone move away from the seven people that knew me and would trust me with their lives? But when it came down there was only one vote out of 4 that wanted to stay. 

     When we moved I was heartbroken. I cried myself to sleep every night. We often visited each other but it was not the same. I still felt close to them but they felt differently.  

      One year later I visited them again and most of them didn't even accept me as one of them. They called me a trader for moving away from them and there had not been one day since i moved that i don't regret moving away.