"Why can't we just stay here! I love Chicago!" I said. "Starting a new page on your life isn't bad! You meet new people, now go finish packing." Said Mom. I ran upstairs's to pack and looked at a few of my photos on my bedroom wall. They were pictures of me and my friends and my old dog Lulu. Lulu was 12 when she died. she had a problem with her stomach. I honestly don't even know how i'm going to make new friends. What if they think i'm weird or uncool? "Honey? Are you done packing?" yelled mom. "Yes!" I said. I lied. I hadn't started what my mother told me to do. As I was packing I kept on thinking about school and what it's like and where my house is, stuff like that. I was thinking so much I hadn't noticed I was done packing up my last few things!
The next day:
"Honey! the moving truck is here! Is there anything left in your room?" I ran downstairs's and said I had nothing left. I remember seeing my house for the last time. I locked the door and went to our car. Dad started driving and noticed how I was looking out the window he asked "are you okay," "I'm fine." When a girl says "fine" it means she's definitely not fine. As I sat in the car miserably I get a text from my closest friend saying "goodвye! ι'll мιѕѕ υ!" I didn't have the courage to reply so I left it. Of course I miss her! I just don't want to leave.
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Bella - The Struggle
Teen FictionBella was a regular teen girl who just moved from Chicago to California She has some struggle in high school though. Her dad becomes ill and she must power through her pain.
