Her Life

Chapter 2: The Creepy Looking New House

      We just arrived at my new house, man does this place look creepy. This place is so old and when I walked inside it only got worse. The doors squeak and the floors creak. I swear to god if I turn on the sink and it leaks I'm going to die. On the bright side this place has a nice little skate park close by and I'll be spending most of my time there instead of in this creepy house.

      My room is in the attic, which in a way is a good thing because it's kind of far away from my parents and my sister's room. The trouble with this house is my room is so far away from the bathroom that when I have to pee in the middle of the night I'm going to either have to run to the bathroom or go pee before I go upstairs to my dark and mysterious room. 

      My parents think that putting me in the attic will make me have more friends. I have no idea how me sleeping in an attic every night is even remotely close to the topic of making friends, but hey let them think what they want to think; sometimes it's best to do that instead of try and correct them. 

    The house is so cold, but I guess that's because of where we moved to and the season that we are in. We moved from California to Tennessee. The change from warm to cold is going to take some getting used to, but that's seriously not the worse thing that I have experienced with this big, ridiculous move.

     Carly, my sister is just learning how to walk which is going to be interesting because she's going to try to get up to my room and I'm probably going to get blamed for her falling, if she ever does.

     Tonight I will not be getting any sleep. I don't think that could be anymore obvious considering I don't even have a bed set up in my room yet and well yeah, there's not much to say about the sleep. Guess I'll go to school tomorrow being sleep deprived, which really isn't anything new. 

      I just got here and I'm already missing my old friends. Seriously this big move is nothing but crap for me and I just want to go back to my old school. I bet you that the first day of school here in this town will be like talking a long stroll through hell itself, but I have to put up with it. Mom and dad killed me with this moving thing and soon they will be thinking the same thing about themselves; they will be able to feel what I feel because they will miss their old friends as well. I hope that when Carly gets older she can at least remember what the old house looked like, but she won't have the pleasure of being able to remember all of the amazing qualities of it.