Lily McWhorter, Writer

It was early in the morning; the streets were still empty and the skies black. Claire was driving her car filled with boxes of things she did not even know were in her house. She followed her mom and dad, who followed the moving truck. As the sun started to rise, she looked down at the time and noticed she had been driving for over an hour now.

“Three more hours, I got this.” She told herself confidently.

She continued to drive, making minimal stops, so she could arrive at her destination as soon as possible. Claire was getting ready to call her mom to ask how much longer, and that is when the directions were announced,

“In .3 miles turn right to your destination”

It was not until that moment that the nerves hit. The new state, new town, new school, and new friends. Claire finally pulled into the neighborhood and next into her new driveway. She got out of the car and met the rest of her family at the front door. Her dad began to open the door as he said, “Here are to new beginnings, home is where the heart is, right?”


Claire heard a loud noise from above her and immediately awoke from her dream. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She had already begun crying as hard as she could. She looked at herself in the mirror and said,

“Get over it, quit dreaming. This is about to be your reality.”


The next morning, she sat at the counter eating her breakfast and thinking how realistic her dreams had become.