"Jackie Marie Smith, get your butt downstairs right now!" My mom yelled. I never really introduced myself. I'm Jackie Marie Smith, I'm currently 16 but turning 17 in a couple months, I have long brown hair and eyes. My mom was calling me because I have to finish helping with the packing. After 10 years in Miami, I'm finally moving back to my old neighborhood in Los Angeles, California. I'm hoping my old friend Kian is still living there.
My mom said that our new house is even bigger then the last one, so I asked if Bella and Emily can stay with us for the summer, and my mom said yes! So this summer is gonna be the best. I'm so excited to see my old neighborhood and the beach.
As I walk downstairs I see the movers already starting in the living room. "Jackie, you have to help move boxes. We're leaving at 3 and I don't want to forget anything." My mom says to me. "Okay mom I'm getting on it." I say back. My mom hates it when things aren't in order. It gets really annoying at times.
*couple hours later*
"Okay guys let's go back to California!" My dad says to me and my mom. "I'm so excited! Do you think Kian is still living there mom?" "Last time I talked to his mom she said that they were and also excited for us to come back" "okay good. I really wanna see him again" My mom and his mom were always friends. They talked occasionally but I never talked to Kian. I always was scared to ask my mom to get me his number or that if I did, what would I even say? "Honey hurry up we're gonna miss the plane" "Okay I'm coming mom" "Flight 287, last call for Flight 287" I hear the person on the intercom say. As we are seated on the plane I was anticipating the landing and seeing Kian again
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Im tired. Goodnight lovelies
