As the day went on, boxes got carried into our new house, my mom and dad got some of the furniture set up around the house, my thoughts were pretty much just filled with the fact that I missed Atlanta more than anything, and the darkness and rain continued.
I went up to my room where my bed was set up, and I thought. Why couldn't we just be back in Atlanta? Why couldn't I be with all of my best friends, having the best summer ever? Why did I have to instead, settle for having what was probably going to be one of the most terrible summertimes of my life.
I was tired. I hadn't really done anything the whole day, but I was still miserable. And I had nothing else to do. So I drifted off to sleep with my mind still on Atlanta.
"Claire!"
I awaken to my mother calling me.
"What?!" I called back to her.
"We're going out to dinner. Come down!"
I really didn't feel like going anywhere. Except back to Georgia. But I slowly made my way down the stairs to see my mom and dad waiting for me.
We got into the car and started driving to some restaurant. My parents started talking to me like being here was some kind of miraculous thing, and it would be so great. But I completely disagreed.
"Claire it's going to be so great here!"
My mom said.
"No it's not." I replied.
"Why not?" She asked.
"I don't know a single person here. I'm going to have a horrible summer."
"That's not true Claire. Maybe you'll meet people in our neighborhood, or while you're on a walk or something. You'll be fine." My dad chimed in.
"Why did we have to move here?" I suddenly asked my parents.
"Claire, you know why. We moved here because of your dad's job."
I groaned.
"Claire. That's enough," my father said angrily. "Stop complaining. You never know what you might get out of moving here."
