*Thursday*
"Hey Elena could you please help me with these boxes?"
"Yeah sure mom."
"Thanks sweetie I know this move has been hard for you. I know you didn't want to leave all of your friends."
"It's ok mom really you have talked to me about this like 50 times."
"Ok I'm sorry I'll leave you alone just help me unpack."
"Ok."
I grab three of my boxes then bring them inside.
"Well that's good enough."
"Nice Elena you did so much work."
Nick says sarcastically.
"Pff like you did any work. Go grab a box or two Nick."
"Ok fine buzzkill."
I bring my boxes up to my room and start unpacking some of it.
I find some old baby pictures and some weird pictures of mom and dad and these weird looking people.
"Nick, Elena time for dinner!"
"Ok coming mom!"
We both say at the say time.
"Wait mom what is this?"
Nick says.
"It's spaghetti!"
"Mom that looks absolutely nothing like spaghetti."
I totally agreed with him it looked like a big blob on a plate.
"Well sorry guys you know that I'm terrible with making food."
"It's ok mom. Could I just go hang out in my room for the rest of the night?"
I ask.
"Sure we might order pizza though."
"Ok tell me when it is here."
I run up the stairs into my room and grab my diary to write about the day.
"Dear diary,
Today has been such a long day with all the unpacking and moving stuff around and coming from house to house. I really do wish that we didn't move I had a ton of friends back at home and now we have moved in the middle of the year which is the worst time because everyone already has there group of friends and when they have there group of friends they won't even think to look at the new kid at school."
I had been up there writing and thinking for so long it must have been about two hours.
"Elena time to go to bed you have a big day tomorrow!"
"Ok mom goodnight you to Nick."
"Yeah whatever."
He responds.
I shove an old t-shirt and some sweatpants and get into bed.
Before I fall asleep I think about how bad the first day is going to be.
