After he left, I allowed the tears to fall freely. This was what I was afraid of. He surfaced this vulnerable teenager who cannot handle her emotions. That was the main reason why I broke up with him although I am starting to regret it because it didn't help a tad bit. I sunk my head deep in my pillow and cried for what seemed like forever.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my parents packing house hold items. It has been a week and they found and bought the house in New York and came back for the rest of their luggage including me to move in today.

I packed my things and headed outside to store them in the mover's truck. My parents did the same until the entire house was vacant and locked up with the SOLD sign dug into the lawn. The men who drove the truck ready their engines and drove off with the heavy luggage to the docks. My parents honked the horn of their car signaling me that it's time to leave California. As I am about to sit in the car, I turned to look back at where my neighbour resides and let out a frustrating sigh. "So long neighbour". I sat in the car and turn my head away from the window so I cannot see or remember the memories of growing up in the best neighbourhood I have come to know.