It was a simple day, I got on the bus, went to school, came home and told my parents that it was "good". But it was all a lie.
It was exactly a week before I move to a place called "Paradise." The day I move shares a date with a famous Holiday the Americans believe in called, what was it....... Friday the Thirteenth. It's suppose to hold bad luck, or something. Although, when we moved to Florida from Canada we had no problem with the strange date. All the kids at school were saying it would be "a harsh move, with bad luck on my side."
My parents fell in love with the home in the brochure. They always wanted to live on the beach. Yeah, I know. "You live in Florida! There are beaches there!" Nope, my parents thought it would be smart to live inland in Gainesville...... 2 hours away from any beach whatsoever. -_-
When the time came, we packed up all our stuff in the back of our pathetic minivan and huge moving truck. Since I am only 12, Mom made me sit in the back crammed full of stuff with our dog Jack (a yellow lab and golden retriever mix) at my feet. I thought this was the bad luck..... silly me.
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Friday the thirteenth
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