I throw one last glance around the barren space that was once my room, and the sight fills me with sadness. My house is all packed up, and I just finished boxing the last of my personal belongings.
Two months ago, my life shattered like a broken mirror. But now all the sharp edges have been cleared off, and the remaining place just looks... empty. Like me.
I shed one last tear for my old life, the memories and dreams I was now leaving behind, and then shut the door behind me. With a backpack over my shoulder and an old, tattered teddy in my arms, I go meet my mom in the car, trying not to fear what lies further down the road.
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The drive to the Stormhowl pack is over four hours long. And mostly quiet. Well, at least on my side.
My mom fills the silence with pointless chatter and a
