Travis would never forget his first, and only, love. He refused to let the feelings inside him die off, despite the way she coldly treated him when he'd last seen her. As he looked out the window of his father's SUV pulling a UHaul and following a larger UHaul, he let his mind remember all the fun times he'd had with that girl. His parents had moved him away from his hometown before the beginning of second grade, and the whole summer before he left he'd been treated coldly by the neighbor girl who'd been his friend up until he'd been at school for first grade. It had been the first year they'd only see each other sometimes in the evening and most weekends, since before that he'd only been going to morning kindergarten and therefore saw her around lunchtime when he'd spend the afternoon at her house. It was depressing to think he wouldn't be her neighbor anymore, even though they were moving back to that same town. He hoped she would be there, and that he'd see her when he started school in two days. Yep, just like the last time they moved, he would barely get settled in a new home before starting a new school. At least last time he'd gotten a week to prepare. "Are you excited, son?" His father asked from the driver's seat. "You used to cry all the time after we left this town when we were a kid. Are you glad you get to graduate here this year?" That's what was happening, moving before his senior year to a new school. "Yeah, I'm really excited. Can't wait to start!" I exclaimed. It was true too, and even the excitement was real. I was sure that girl I played with still lived in this town and I was going to see her again no matter what! Surely she wouldn't still be mean to him, right?