Katelien Mussurie didn't want to move, or for her parents to get divorced. All her friends she had made since kindergarden and up - far away, sure she'll be able to call and text them, but its too far to drive and she'd have to come back. Her thoughts wandered as she laid on her new bed along with her cat Shasta, when her mom knocked softly on the door "Kate, one of the kids in the neiborhood are here to meet you." She groaned as she sat up. She doesn't want to make new friends she wants her friends. Before she walked out her room she stopped at the mirror her brownish-black hair seemed to look blonde under the suns glow. Her brown eyes were glittering. This is it. New friends. New begining. She fixed her tattered shirt she's been wearing all day since they left the old house. Her mom winked at her as she walked pass the kitchen. When she opened the door, she felt like gasping.
