In the House that Destiny Built.

I was excited about moving house but nervous, at least I didn't have to change schools. I stared at my, soon to be, old house that was so full of memories there bursting at the seams. I'm sure my first tooth was still waiting to be changed into a pound coin somewhere. I took in one last breath and left the house in dad's car. I stared at the house as we drove down our road one last time. It sat on the edge of the beach looking lonely; missing the lives it had held for 24 years. The thing I'd miss more than constently feeling grains of sand in every nook of the house, was mum's memories with that house. She was the heart of the house. Dad wouldn't admit it but that was the thing that was driving us away at this moment. Her memory sat everywhere from the empty kitchen to her bare wardrobe I would sit in with her when I was younger. Now there was only her perfume's aroma to show she had been her at all and her gutair. I blew the house one last kiss as we turned a corner. I leaned on my older brother as the family all settled in silence and thought of leaving mum's memory house.

'Wake up Bee' my younger brother, Mackenzie, prodded me in the face and placed his ginue pig, Bubbles (he farted alot and thats what Mackenzie calls them!), on my head 'it's real pwitty' he tryed saying pretty through his lost teeth. Did I forget to mention there are 5 children in my family including me. Mackenzie and Deon are twins, both at the age of 5. They are fascinated by insects and dirt. They continously hold them or bring them into the house. Rosie is 13, so she's going through that mardy new teenager stage of life, where everything she says is correct and she has to be the last one to talk all the time. She is amazed by the species of boys much to Dad's worry. She'll soon learn they are not that amazing and really complicated Then finally my older brother Chedan who is now the quaterback, prom king and 'Mr ohh so cutie' according to my friends, especially because of his English accent.

I've pretty much lost my accent since we moved to america when I was 5, as my mum was looking for a career in music. She became famous in a few months before she was killed.

He's a year older than me at 18 and is the most protective brother I have ever met. I think it was after mum he watches all the girls and is teaching Mackenzie to do the same. Then there's me. Physically I'm completely opposite to all the family. I have dark, long, raven black hair and light caramel eyes. I'm sure my mum or dad must have had an affair as they are all blonde and light brown eyed! Also I don't like music, unlike all the family, notes seems to run through there veins rather than blood. Since my mum died it doesn't bring happiness and laughter to me anymore just the reminder of quietness, emptyness and a funeral. I looked out the window to the new house, the cold air hit me from Mackenzie leaving the car. We were moving to a farm house with stables. Dad wanted a more country life. The house itself was beautiful and modern lit well, lights shined off the river's water.

'Chedan why is there another removal van?' I asked as it pulled into our drive.

'It's the nanny's stuff and her children's. Dad's hired one as hes going to look for workers for the farm and people to send the produce too.' Jeremy leaned in to the car pulling up his school bag.

'Nice of him to tell me!' I mumbeled. Dad always told Chedan stuff and never me, even though he was only a year older. To my surprise Chedan picked me up and swung me over his shoulder like a fireman. I started to hit his broad muscular back.

'Put me down now!' I shouted 'I'm not a little kid anymore you can't do this. It could be classed as sexual harassment. Go over too Mack or Deon'.

'Yep I can tell your not a little kid. Big old lump but my guns can take it' I knocked him round the head for being cocky, so he josseled me 'and really your going for sexual harassment? from your brother?' he smirked 'you seriously can be stupid!'

'It does happen read the news meat head and who has a better grades? Oww this really hurts now. Ouch kidney pain!' I knocked him once more but dropped as I was tired. He stopped walking to the house.