We all know that moving literally sucks. I know I do. I'm actually moving right now. I lived in New York, busy place, but somewhat decent when you ignored the stupid street performers and the disgusting sewer rats. I left all my friends, memories, and my home. I have nothing, this is the amazing life of Samantha Wilson. Why we're moving to Vancouver, I have no fricken clue. My family didn't even have a talk with me about moving, they made me pack my bags, put in the car and said we're leaving home to find a better place in this town called Monroeville. Yeah I'm pretty upset, I just don't want to be the new girl from the city, you know? "Mom, how much longer until we get there?" I say as a tear runs down my cheek. "Just about 15 more minutes, honey, why, are you eager to see our new home?" she says, somewhat happy. "I just need to know when to start suffering." My mom sighs, "Listen, I know this is hard for you, we just needed space, New York just doesn't work for us." One more tear runs down my other cheek, "Fine." I say with a huff. I put my earbuds back in and start listening to my favorite song, Sloom by Of Monsters and Men. As I listen to it for the 6th time we pull into a driveway and I see this beautiful house, which must be a lot bigger than our small apartment. "Here we are!" my mom says with joy.
