The Swift Lake

Chapter 1

The soft, crisp air of autumn fills my lungs, from top to bottom. Autumn was my favorite season of all, with spring following behind.

Three days before school starts, meaning my high school years start. Seperateclasses from your friends, meaning a different schedule from all of us, including teachers.

The fence of a baseball field was broken apart. After an incident in July, firefighters had to break the fence apart to get to the burning field. No one was injured, which was a miracle.

A left turn lead to my ordinary, humble house. Cross the street, pass about three homes, and see that blue house? Yep, its mine. The homes are tight together, not apart. We do have a front lawn, but it's pretty much covered in dog poop.

Our neighbor, Mr. Andoll, which has a weird last name, has three pesky dogs, as those did their mess everywhere.

As I was walking around my neighborhood, I noticed something different. Something not seen before. Something my parents wouldn't be driving around here after years.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked "Why this rented truck?"

"Amber, we are moving again." He responded.

"But where? To Sears Tower?" I murmured. He'd usually move the family around, and that what I was expecting. The Sears Towers was the his job's hotspot. As a businessman, you would pretty much travel the world. Not as Mom would say. She'd be saying that "Frank is too busy doing his business and ignoring his own family."

Mom has no job, at least. She takes care of me, and some sibling. I really didn't enjoy her,

"No, hun. We are moving to Michigan."

I heavily sighed, but then I thought about it. It was the only state, I think we didn't went in. Or maybe the best state, since its where the Great Lakes are. I have heard about its beauty, ad how precious it is. I was excited too, but unhappy since my parents are making me leave my friends at middle school. I had to start fresh again.

"Fine dad. I will go and pack up my stuff." I said. Dad smiled back. I smiled back too, but I removed the smile from my far as I turned around and went into my humble home.

I lived near a baseball field which was mostly used by a good high school around the school district, and the neighborhood, too. I was proud of them, since my friend's brother goes there and is a very good pitcher there.

Since I had a younger sister, who is 9 years old, she was practically the dumb and the parrot of the family. I swore to my mom to not to describe her like that, or she would take my phone away from me for a day. I obeyed the rule, and even until now.

I walked up the old stairs, turned right. took a left, and into my bedroom. My bedroom had a purple wall painted on the side where my bed was before. and the other sides were painted white. I had a balcony, which had a great view of the ballpark. Sometimes, baseballs land near my balcony, and I always steal them, since none of the boys ask to get it back.

Any who, I grabbed my white suitcase my mom passed down from her. It was old, but it perfectly fit my clothes. I grabbed another suitcase from under my bed, which was a newer one. There, I stored my stuff, like my make-up, nail polish, two stuffed animals, pretty much everything.

"Amanda! Cone and help me pack up my stuff!" Angie yelled. She was my sister, of course. She was the first room when walking up the stairs. I walked right to her room.

"Angie, I am not done packing up my stuff." I told her. She rolled her eyes.

"I only yelled at you just for you to help me zip this suitcase up." She sighed. I sighed. I helped her pull up the zipper up, then down. Her suitcase was smaller than mine, since mine is a medium. Her suitcase matches the color of her room, pink. There were posters of kid's shows hanging out in the wall still, and toys in the shelf. My mom bought her two suitcases, one for her clothes, and a large one for her toys. She should of have thought of a box instead. How stupid of my mom.