It's been a few days and finally I get to see our new house. It's a blue house with 3 floors. I really don't understand why we need all that extra space.
"Home sweet new home" said dad. "It's lovely isn't it Bella?" "Yes. very nice." That wasn't a lie. The new house looked really cool. I walked up stair's to find a room. My mother said mine was the room to the left as soon as you got up the stair's. I was standing in front of my new room. It was beautiful. It was roomy, big, had a deck and my first ever walk in closet! My room was already painted a light pink and had little elephants on the walls. Probably from a little girl who used to have this room. Still cool thought. "Do you like your new room sweetie?" yelled dad from downstair's. "Duh!" I replied.
The next day:
I walk downstair's to the kitchen. It's 6:46am. I don't usually wake up this early. "Oh good. Mom put cheerios on the table ." The table had a note next to it. It said "milk in the fridge. Dad got the fridge working yesterday and went to the store to buy milk." Yum. I love cheerios. It's been a while of me sitting down eating. "I'm going to go upstair's now." I thought to myself. "Oh, your awake. How was your sleep?" said mom. She was coming down the stair's as I was going up them. "Good." "Did you eat yet sweetie?" said mom. "Yes" I said. I run up the stair's to go on my phone. "Ugg.. No wifi. Man this generation though." I said to myself. I got dressed and I wore this denim jacket over my white short sleeved shirt. For pants I just wore my comfiest pair of jeans I found in a box labeled "Bella's Pants." Dad was still sleeping. I'll let him be. I have some questions for my mom and dad though.
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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.
