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1.Relocating

Who says relocating is fun, such person has got to be kidding me. For some people it could be fun but for me it is not at all. I mean who would want to leave the big city of New York and decide to move to a small village in England because her mum just walked into her room one day and said, 'Bree we are relocating to a small town in England' or because she is still underage and still needs an adult to look after her. I and my mum is very much aware I can take care of myself just fine without any adult supervision.

Hey my name is Aubree, I'm 18 not exactly I'm 17 but will be 18 next four month and I can't wait. I'm the second of two children, that makes me the last child of my mother. My brother Dalton who is twenty four, who is also in the military.
I've always wished for another sibling, but I wish no more because I'm now an aunt. My brother is married with a three years old daughter. Pauline, who is too cute and smart for her age. Pauline and her mum Helen  also moved with us.

My mum never actually speaks about my father and I didn't bother asking, anytime the topic about who my father is, is brought before her  she becomes mute and refuse to say anything other than ''your father is a good man". If she has used past tense I would have know he is dead but he his not dead according to my mum.

Presently I'm in my room unpacking my luggages from new York. My room which  is big enough to host a huge slumber party. The house is not that bad, it a five bedroom duplex with an ensuite toilet and bathroom in each room.

Picking a frame that has the pictures of my bestfriends, I remembered our name in school, the inseparable trio, I guess we can't be the inseparable trio anymore but I'm glad we are still best of friends. When I told them about me moving, they both burst into tears, I couldn't help but join in the crying feast, lol don't mind me it wasnt a feast but it wasn't that easy to part ways with them, we've all been through a lot as friends and they have always stood by me. They helped in packing my luggages and we held a big slumber party the night before I moved.

Thinking about it made me imagine how my 18th birthday would be like without my two bunny, they could come to England that is if they are ready to come without thinking about the distance.

After two hours of chaotic arrangement, my room looked a bit cleaner, but I wasn't ready for the deep cleaning of my room I'm really famished, I climb down the stairs and move towards the kitchen.

"Bree". I jolt up in shock at sound of my mother's voice.

"Mum, why did you sneak up on me out of nowhere"? I asked her, as I tried to calm my racing heart.

"nowhere" she said putting her second finger on her chin pretending to be in thought.

"Mum, you sneaked up on me" I said opening the fridge "in the kitchen" I added that last part for her to stop her comic look.

"Oh you mean the kitchen I'm in before you entered" she said, I shaked my head in wonder and opened the fridge I should have know nothing will be inside since we just moved in, but the left over pizza we had on our way here still sat in the fridge staring at me, I picked it out, plugged in the microwave, set the timer to 20 seconds and placed the two piece of pizza into it.

I leaned my buttom on the slab waiting for the timer to go off.

"Mum you should probably write the grocery we need to buy so I could go get them" I said.

"Do you know your way around here, I don't want you getting hurt" she said, I look into my mother's eyes trying to figure out if what I heard is coming from her. I mean there is no harm in her worrying since we just moved but when we were in new York mummy doesn't really care if I get hurt she knew I could fend for myself all she does back in NYC is for me to tell her about my movement that all, so she telling me that she doesn't want me to get hurt made me laugh.