"Come on, hurry up" shouted mum up our old staircase as she was loading the van full of boxes.
I always hated the idea of moving, but when it actually comes around I hated it even more.
"Coming" I shouted back while holding a stack of boxes. I walked carefully down the creaky staircase. I stepped wise fully through the living room and out to the van full of our stuff. The man who was helping us move took the boxes I was holding, finally the wait had been lifted.
The next thing I know is that we are leaving our old victorian cottage, and on our way in the weighted down car to the new modern house.
We finally arrived at the house, at first sight it looks ok but when we stepped inside, it looked and felt like a mansion. I don't belong here. Although the house is massive and very nice, it is in the middle of nowhere, in a field more like. So it looks like the only socialising i'll get is by talking to the sheep.
I am starting the new school tomorrow. I am so worried what they will think of me. I hope it all goes smoothly.
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The Diary of Alys Green
Teen FictionAlys Green is an ordinary teenager, she loves boys, music, sports, and the colour green but when she moves house and school she will encounter many troubles along the way. She will discover what it is like to have real friends, and maybe have a boyf...
