"Mom," I say. "I don't want to move. Ill lose all of my friends." "You'll be fine Sara. You'll find new friends." She says. "I'm not very good at that." I reply. My name is Sara and my family is planning to move into a creepy house that I never thought we'd move to. I go upstairs and start packing the rest of my stuffed animals. I look out the window and catch a glimpse of two little kids playing around. I love how they don't care what goes on in life. I was never like that. I was in the hospital ever since I was born to age 2. I considered myself a non-normal child. I grab a stuffed animal I am very familiar with. The stuffed animal I've had since I was born. The soft, fake fur soothed me. I sit on my bed and look around the room. Well, this is my final goodbye. I think. I look out the window again and see the moving truck. I think about crying, but there is nothing to cry about. "Sara!" My sister Morgan yells. "What?" I yell back. "Come down and get your lunch so you aren't hungry when we travel to California!" I hurry downstairs.
