Roseville Middle School

Moving

Why Dad? Why move to Roseville? Why not be with mom and stay in Clayfield where all of our friends and relatives are, why did you have to move here at my last year of Middle School? I had to separate with my friends a year after and was going to make our year amazing, but you had to leave Mom before that even happens and I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my friends.

Now I'm here, in this huge house all alone with you. Although our old house was small and a bit over crowded, but I loved it as the place I grew up in.

Now I'm in this big house with nothing except my Dad, my sister Charlotta and my cat Lia.

" Oh Lia, what should I do? Our stuff comes in tomorrow and I'm starting school next week. " I told my cat.

She was a beautiful black cat with green eyes which turns into yellow eyes at night, she creeps my neighbours out but my family and friends like her a lot.

My new room was a huge room with wooden floorboards, someone helped me to paint my walls pink ( I seriously don't know why). The ceiling is painted like the night skies, to remind me of the nights I spend in our garden looking at the stars with my parents and occasionally with my friends when we went camping.

My bed was a big poster bed made of rosewood, my Dad carved it himself. He used to tease my because it was shaped like a boat, but with a cover on it. Every time I wanted to cool down I would slide the lid on and just ignore anyone who came by and wanted to talk to me. Dad would say that I'm a vampire to like this but I don't mind it, I do have two teeth that's sharp by my jaws but they shrink every time I tell them to.

" Honey, come down." Dad yells from his room.

I sigh, putting down Lia and opens the door to go downstairs.

As I arrived at his room, I knocked and pushes the door.

" Hi honey, come here." Dad saids patting the space on his bed next to him.

I sit there and he pats my head.

" Remember why we moved here?" He asked me.

I nodded me head.

" Cause you wanted to get rid of Mom for a while."

He smiled, " Course not, I just thought that..."

" Mom isn't pretty? Auntie Hazel is more young and pretty?" I said, my tone a bit sassy.

He patted my head.

" No hon, your mom was pretty, more pretty than Hazel. But she's a bit boring to live with."

I sighed, hugging him.

" Dad, I want you to be happy and I know you know that this is hard for both of us so can we please move back to Clayfield?" I said, teasing him.

" You think too much, we just had a 10 hour flight and you're sleepy. Go to bed and we'll get you settled in tomorrow." He said, smiling.

Then I walked out of the room.

This is gonna be a long week.