One month from today the trucks will pull into my driveway. Men will jump out in ugly uniforms and they will start grabbing boxes and loading them into the truck. The men won't be careful or care if something breaks. The boxes, they aren't full of their things, their memories, their home, their life...these things are mine.

One month from today I'll hand in my key and never again walk into this home. I'll never again lay on the stairs while my dog jumps all over me, never agian look out my window onto the bball court I painted myself, never again look up in my kitchen and see the waterstain from when my sister overflowed the bath...never again, never again.

But its not just the home, its the people who make the home. One month from today they leave me and drive away. They take my dog (my best friend), my mom, my dad and my sister..... they take a piece of my heart.

One month from today, my world will change forever....