The Lost World

C.1 Morning Rush

Hi, my name's Kimber Anderson and I live in Denver. Well, I used to. You would think the world couldn't get more normal, but in real life, this life we call reality, I know now, it's all an illusion. Ok let me back up a bit. I woke up at home, my reddish brown hair decided to avoid a shoulder length bed head, so I was ready to live in the moments. I checked my calendar and to my excitement, it was Friday which meant no school, nobody to pick on me, and best of all...NO HOMEWORK!!! (I should tell you that I'm in sixth grade.) Wait, I checked my calendar again, and in "adult scribble," handwriting it spelled "MOVING DAY". Oh no. No no no. We're moving? But where? So to get my question answered, I ran to my Latina mom, Julie Anderson and my dad, Dave Anderson.
"We're going to Wisconsin!" My mom squeeled. "Isn't that great?"
My dad replied in a giddy tone, "For only one thousand dollars!"
"WHAT?!!" My mom shrieks.
"Did I say that out loud?" He sounded scared. "Are you, okay with that, honey?"
"Well, what do you think."mom says.
Crap, good luck dad. I thought.

Then she started speaking really really fast in Spanish. I'm so glad that I only go to French clubs. My friend Callie Michal came up with the idea of a French Club. All of my friends live in Wisconsin and at the same time they go to my school on a computer. We see eachother on FaceTime. It was nice living in Denver even though we lived in an apartment building. All of a sudden, at the worst possible time, my phone rang. It was Chloe Jones, my other friend whom is my crafting buddy. She texted me about when we were going to ask about doing an amazing art club, since the art program is not available anymore because of other things like fundraisers and math. We made up for it and are planning on making it a club. So I responded with a *how about Monday?* then I got another text saying *Why not today?* Then I thought (Friday = half day = ...) Oh no. I texted *WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?* She replied with *I thought you knew!*

With that, I ran to my mom and yelled, "Go pack my lunch and I'll get dressed and that stuff!" I ran upstairs to brush my hair. Suddenly my eighth grader sister, Jessica, runs into me, carrying a big backpack on her shoulder.
"Why aren't you packed for school?"
I was boiling with anger, "Why can't everything just make sense to me!" I screamed. This was madness.
I told Jess about moving and she totally flipped out! "I need to go." she said, running back into her room.

I walked back into to my room which was next to hers. My room was always a little messy. I made my way across the floor to grab all of my bags. Once I had packed my suitcase and backpack, I could tell it was going to be a long week.