'Finally' , I thought as I got up from my bed and rushed to my closet searching for something good to wear. I decided on a simple white laced dress and black flats. 

Today was the day when I finally get to leave this place and go home, back to Drew. She was my best friend, my soul sister.

We left California when I was 10 years old, due to my parent's business trip. I still have no idea what kind of work they were doing. When I asked them about it they just brushed me off and said that it's just some boring stuff with management.

That answer was good enough to kill my curiosity. We kept moving every few months due to their work. After a while I decided that I will not make new friends at school, I mean what's the point if I'm going to leave anyway.

And when you're a new girl, everyone starts to whisper and gossip about you and I didn't want to be friends with people who only gossip about each other. I honestly didn't care what they were saying about me behind my back, they could say I'm an alien or a crazy psychopath and I still wouldn't care.

My only true friend was Drew. We met when we were 6 years old in Kindergarten. Our teacher made a group of two and told us to write down our full names. I got pared up with Drew and apparently writing down Alexia Hayley Thorne and Drew Mystique Freya was too difficult for two 6 year olds.

She threw the book at teacher and called her a stupid bitch. We've been inseparable ever since then. We would always play together in my backyard or we would watch cartoons when it was raining. Our parents took us to Zoo often, because Drew and I adored animals. It didn't matter if it was snakes or lions, we loved all animals.

I still talked to her via Skype and Facebook, I mean when she's free and when she can call me, since she lives in Malibu and I'm just moving from city to city, so it's kind of hard to catch up. I know it's not the same talking to your best friend on some device and in person, but we didn't have a choice.

We moved from Malibu to New York when I was 10 and we stayed there for couple of months, then we moved to Boston and later to Virginia Beach, Louisville, and right now we were at Lexington in Kentucky.

That was enough for me. A couple of days ago my parents got a call that they are needed back in California and you could already picture my excitement when I heard the news. I was so happy; I practically jumped up and down like a bunny.

I just turned 16 at that time and the thought I would be back with my best friend, my sister, made me so much happy. We were all packed up and the last thing that was left to do was to board the plane.

I sent Drew a message when I first heard the news and I had to wait a couple of hours until she answered but even though it was through the text, I could still feel her excitement.

When we finally arrived at the airport I made my way through the crowd and jumped in the arms of a girl I missed so much for this past six years. I was literally hugging the life out of Drew and our parents had to separate us so she could breathe.

I knew that she didn't like to be hugged but I just couldn't hold on to my excitement anymore. Finally, when our parents succeed in breaking us apart I had time to study her.

She grown so much in these six years, it was clearer now than when we were talking to each other through Skype video chat. Her eyes, that dirty green color I loved, held so much happiness and excitement, like a child opening up a present on Christmas morning, and beside that they held authority and maturity of almost grown women.

Her hair that was shoulder length when we were kids was now reaching till the middle of her back. That pink hair that held the touch of red and orange in it.

She was still skinny though. I remembered what my mum once told us;"I have no idea how you two are so skinny when you eat like two grown up elephants." We laughed so much that day, it was one of my last memories I had with her before we left.

Before we left Malibu six years ago I convinced my parents not to sell our house because I hoped that one day we would be back, and luckily that day has come. Once when we were all set in our house, Drew took me to the beach and we stayed there watching waves until the night slowly crept up to us and we had to part ways. She didn't live that far away, only a couple of houses down. So, when she left home, she didn't bother to tell her parents where she was going. And she left her phone at home.

When school started, I found out Drew and I were going to the same school. My parents pulled some strings and got me in. We only had lunch and a few classes together, but that was so much more than I had before. So I couldn't be happier.  

That was until a year and a half later when my parents, again, got the same business call as always. But I didn't plan on leaving this time. I finally reconnected with my best friend and they wanted to tear us apart, again.

But the difference is that I'm not ten anymore. I was 16 at the time, a teenager with my own opinions on things and my own voice, and I couldn't let them take me away from my best friend, my only true friend and my sister.

So I begged them to leave me behind with Drew and her parents, convincing them that they would take good care of me, and I begged, and begged, and begged until they gave in and said YES.