We stuffed the last of the boxes in the trailer and closed the door.I shook out my arms, they were tired from carrying so many boxes up our long drive way. I go to where my brother Will is standing and put my arm on his shoulder.
"I'll miss it, will you?" I say to him, talking about the house.
"I don't give a shit about Wisconsin or anyone in it" he replys angrily. I try to make the situation better.
"Your just mad because you have to leave your friends, but you'll make new ones. Anyway, you love Wisconsin." I don't succeed.
He crosses his arms and shrugs my hand off of him.
"Easy for you to say, you hate your friends, you're happy to move." He starts to walk away. When he thinks he's too far away for me to hear him he mutters, "bitch" under his breath. I shake it off and follow him to the car. Believe it or not, he's sixteen.
This is the fifth time I've moved in the past two years. My mom promises that Mapel City, PA will be our last stop, but I don't believe her. I flip my brown hair over my shoulder and prepare myself for the change in scenery.
