"OMG!! what am i gonna tell my friends?" i thought. "i really dont want to move. it will be hell" "all that preparation and packing will drive me nuts" "especially with that stupid toad who is my so called brother. he can stay away from me. i am not having him pestering me and saying that this is gonna be an adventure when it wont. it will be total torture and i am not looking forward to it" i sighed. "maybe i was a little dramatic. it wont be that bad. i can still keep in touch with my friends and i can have a new bedroom and everything. It should be fun. Australia can be really hot sometimes so at least i will get nice weather and see lots of great animals. It will be a new life and hopefully something to look forward to" at least i hope i was right. I wrote down y thoughts in my diary and then tidied my room and said goodnight to my mum and dad, but totally ignored my brother, who was lurking in the hallway, hugging his blanket as usual. In bed, i sat up and wrote down what i would need for my new bedroom, what i was getting rid of and what i was going to keep; and last of all who i was going to have to buy good bye presents for. i tried to not think about that.
