Finding my way

Chapter One: the new house

I sat in the car facing the window. "Look, Im sorry..." My dad started. " don't." I cut him off. I was not going to forgive him. We were coming up to our house. Ill probably never really except it as really our house, not as long as im mad at my dad. I got out of the car and stormed down the beach, leaving hime with the luggage that we have. There was a moving truck but it wouldn't be here until tomorrow. I stormed into the house. I was in what appeared to be the living room. The house he had picked out without me two. In the car, he had told me to go to the end of the living room, and i should she a hallway to the right, and my room was the last room and the end. I walked down the hallway and into my room. It was a reasonably sized room. It was almost the size of a master bedroom. I opened the closet. It was the same size as my closet back at home. There was another door in the room. I opened the door and saw that it was a bathroom. So i had my own bathroom. That was the only good thing about everything that happened. I laid down on the empty floor of my room. And thought back to what happened only two days ago