I've lived in Australia for 10 years so it's basically home sweet home.
"We're moving, are you excited? You'll get to see your cousins more often" said mum with a smile. "Yay!" I screamed loudly. "Quiet! You don't want the neighborhood to get angry!" shouted dad. "Pack your bags cause we're flying tonight!"
I wave goodbye to my dad as he stands behind the rope bars alone with a smile. "When will we see him again?" I asked mum. "Soon" she said.
2013 : Never had a holiday this long!
2014: Few months later before you know it, I have to go to school º—º
In my old school, my stat was quite a mess so I hoped that I could make a brand new start in this school. Year 6, 1st of January 2014. The day didn't start as I hoped. It was terrifying because everybody was staring at me drawing whilst the teacher chattered away in the air. As soon as I got my uniform. I wanted to die. I was so shy that I couldn't make friends, talk or even say Hi. I wished to go back home :(
Ever since until the end of Year 7, I wanted to go home and die.
For now it remains a mystery how I survived.
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Moving
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