Where Are We Going?
    by Lauren Vaughn

I get in the car,
Mom holding my hand.
Dad at the wheel,
Constructing his band.
We take a few turns,
Go down a few lanes.
Mommy looks glasseyed,
Like shes feeling pain.
I start to get worried,
As the minutes turn to hours.
We came to a stop,
This house isn't our`s.
Where are we going,
My parents seem to know?
Who lives at this house,
And are we ready to go?
I get out of the car,
Dad's already at the door.
Mom shows a gesturing hand,
As I take one step more.
"This is our new house,"
He says as I cryed.
They were keeping a secret,
I knew that they lied.
How could they do this,
All away from my friends?
I wipe my hot tears,
The burning wound mends.
I see the blank room,
And all of the blank walls.
I want to scream at them,
Storm out as mom calls.
My feet will not move,
My voice will not speak.
I turn my head slowly,
As I feel weak.
I look at my mom,
She looks at my dad.
As I remember,
All the good times we had.
I run to my mom,
Hot tears stream down my face.
I see my dad approaching,
For his warm embrace.
My new house is empty,
And so is my heart.
I take it one step at a time,
My life fell apart.