Mr Zap

The Big Move

In the morning, I told my parents and they were in dismay of how I could have died. My father told us that the men who were after me were apart of the CIA and I was going to be one of there new test subjects after someone called the police of a boy teleporting from one place to another(I knew I shouldn't have tested my powers in public). They came to our house the other day and asked my father politely to hand me over so that they wouldn't make a seen and nobody would get hurt.

My father knew that the CIA would be back, so we had to move. I wasn't so happy that we had to move because I was leaving all my friends but if it was what we had to do, then it wouldn't matter anymore. First we had to decide where to move. My mother suggested that we move to a country state like Idaho or Iowa, but that's exactly where they think we would go. We had to hide somewhere in plain sight with lots of people. Our first choice was New York City but it cost to much just to rent an apartment for just one month. I couldn't even count all the zeros. Our next choice was a suburban neighborhood a long way from Boston but still in Massachusetts. My father still thought we would be found so that option was out of the picture. Our last option was somewhere in California. My mother wanted to live in Los Angeles but I didn't want to live close to Hollywood. I wasn't  much of an arts person or an acting person. After a long day, we all agreed with one place, San Diego.

I had never been on a plane before and I was afraid and nervous. We got to the airport and my brother had already started crying for his bottle and I knew this wasn't going to be a good day. The airport smelled like sweat and candy bars. We headed to where we were supposed to get on the airplane. I had never been on one of those straight elevators that took us to another part of the airport. My mother set her bags down and told me to stay in this seat until she came back from changing my brother. When we docked the airplane, I saw so many people of different colors and nationalities.I didn't know that many people wanted to go to San Diego. Tears ran down my dejected face as we sat down in our seats. I didn't want to leave Boston and all my friends and family. I had so many memories in this city.

The airplane took off and I felt my ears pop. I watched as the big city of Boston became smaller and smaller. I remembered all the memories I had in this city. I was gonna miss everything here that I left.It took us almost fifteen hours to make it to San Diego. I was bored the whole time.I couldn't go to sleep because I was remembering what happened to me a few days ago. I wonder if the CIA know that we are on this plane (I hope not), I wonder if they know where we are going to live and have already set up cameras in the house. The plane landed in San Diego airlines,. We got off the plane, got our bags and headed to the car my father got before we left ( he knows a guy). The car was baby blue and had two rows with five seats. You know how when you get a car, it has a new car smell?Well this one didn't. I smelled like peanut butter and apple-juice. This car stinks literally and physically before we even got it. After a half-hour, we arrived to our house. I knew it was ours because it sticks out. All the other houses looked red and had a chimney. Our house was blue and green with no chimney and barely any driveway. The inside was worse than the outside though. My parents room was the best with a large closet and a bathroom in they're room. My brother had the second best room with a large are for the bed and he had lots of space to play. My room (ughhhhhh!!!) had no closet  space at all with no room for my bed, but I had to make it work. Out of every room I had the worst (of course). It was probably the worst room in the house (besides the bathroom) but I had to get used to it. Like I said, this was a horrible day.