Creative Writing: Moving To Toronto
A couple weeks had gone by, Ashleigh had dragged me to Toronto to take a look at this flat, and to be completely honest, it was probably the best flat I've seen for a while. Especially for the money. Since Thanksgiving was coming up (American; my mom was from New York) I decided to pay my parents a visit in Montreal, I haven't seen them in such a long time and I really missed them, especially my brother and my niece.
I arrived at my parents house at around 8 PM, not giving them any warning about me visiting. I got out of my rental car, grabbing my suitcases and trudging up the long driveway that lead to their large home. Honestly, I didn't really like growing up in a rich family, I wanted to work for my own things, earn them really. Thank God …show more content…
I shrugged, "I really have no idea. I want to, but I don't." I replied thinking about all my friends over there.
"But all your family is here," My brother said from across the dining room table. "You have us to help you out too if you ever need it."
"But I have Dan and all them over there. They're my other family." I explained, smiling a bit at the thought of them.
My mom's eyes lit up at the mention of Dan, "How is he?! Are you guys dating yet?!"
I threw my head up, "Does everyone think I'm dating him?! Am I not allowed to be close friends with him?"
"Well," My mom began. "You have known him for, what? Sixteen years now?"
"Yeah but he's still a friend," I told her. "And I don't think we'll date anyway."
I heard my sister-in-law groan, "Darn. You guys were always so cute, especially playing music together."
I giggled, "Yeah alright, when we were like 12." When I moved to London, Dan and I always played music at my house, my piano only allowed Dan and I to play it, no one else. We'd play all day and night, trying to come up with our own songs and play them together, only one was successful and that was when we were in High
I arrived at my parents house at around 8 PM, not giving them any warning about me visiting. I got out of my rental car, grabbing my suitcases and trudging up the long driveway that lead to their large home. Honestly, I didn't really like growing up in a rich family, I wanted to work for my own things, earn them really. Thank God …show more content…
I shrugged, "I really have no idea. I want to, but I don't." I replied thinking about all my friends over there.
"But all your family is here," My brother said from across the dining room table. "You have us to help you out too if you ever need it."
"But I have Dan and all them over there. They're my other family." I explained, smiling a bit at the thought of them.
My mom's eyes lit up at the mention of Dan, "How is he?! Are you guys dating yet?!"
I threw my head up, "Does everyone think I'm dating him?! Am I not allowed to be close friends with him?"
"Well," My mom began. "You have known him for, what? Sixteen years now?"
"Yeah but he's still a friend," I told her. "And I don't think we'll date anyway."
I heard my sister-in-law groan, "Darn. You guys were always so cute, especially playing music together."
I giggled, "Yeah alright, when we were like 12." When I moved to London, Dan and I always played music at my house, my piano only allowed Dan and I to play it, no one else. We'd play all day and night, trying to come up with our own songs and play them together, only one was successful and that was when we were in High