Brown boxes fill all of the rooms. Everything is off the walls. It feels lonely and sad standing in the hallway. I don't want to leave. I like it here. I know people here. Where I'm going I don't know anyone. New school. New rules. New ways of living. New house. New room. I don't want to leave everyone behind again. Not again. Why do we have to move? Now the boxes are in the moving truck and in the car. The house is empty. It looks abandoned. It looks sad. The drive to the new house is a quiet one. I don't say a word. The house when we arrived looked nothing like our old house. This is not my home.
