Yosemite: A Short Story

Isolated. How else was I supposed to feel? Lost maybe? How was I supposed to cope with a decision I knew I wasn’t a part of. The sound of the rolling tires against the highway asphalt fused with the sound of the humming from the car engine. I had just spent a week in Yosemite as part of an 8th grade trip and had come back to realize that my parents had bought a brand new house. It was all excitement and happy smiles until my dad told me the location of this new house... “Fremont.” The words rebounded off the walls inside my brain as the echoes became more distant, my heart moved into my mouth as anger swelled from my stomach and bubbled to my throat. Cupertino was all I knew. I labeled it as my home city, even though I wasn’t born there. What