Fighting Through

The News

Hi. My name is Madison. But you can call me Maddie. I'm an 11 year old that's about to move and I'm pretty excited. The only bad thing is that I'll be without my friends. But that's okay. I'll just make new friends, and my mom said that I'm really good with making friends. I don't know why, but none of my friends care that I'm moving. I told them but they don't care. They just keep talking to everyone else. I don't know what's up with them. They're always with me, but now they're not. Its like they don't care that they'll never see me again.

Too much sadness... Change the subject. I am not a popular person but I like to think I am, but when I say it my friends laugh, so I guess that's better...

My dad said that we also have to give my dog away, because he jumps the fence and where I'm moving has even shorter fences. His name is Bisquit. We've had him since I was 3. I've had so many memories of us. Like the night when my dad and I were walking him around the block without a leash and he wasn't running away, and also the time when one of my best friends and I were walking both of the dogs and she was walking him and I was walking our little dog, and Bisquit saw a cat, so he was pulling her, and she fell in a thorn Bush. She was screaming and crying, and so she had to leave. She was bleeding for 1 hour and her mom took 2 hours to get the thorns out of her armpits, stomach, etc.

I've been staying at a hotel for 3 weeks, because the buyer already moved into our house... or should I say their house...