Sweet dreams

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Lelia's P.O.V
We were moving again. It's almost as if my parents don't want me to be happy, almost as if they know I'm comfortable around here and I love the house and my friends and they can't stand it.
What once was my room was now a cardboard fort I didn't know what was in what box or where they would be going because I haven't even seen our new house.
What if I can't make new friends? What if I'm so far behind in the topics they're studying? I don't want to be the 'new girl' anymore it sucks. I want to stay here with all my friends and in this house where I have various different memories with my new friends where I found somewhere I feel like I belong.
But no we're moving for the one billionth time.
I carried boxes down to my parents who were loading the moving van I sighed and my mum shot me a look. You know the 'behave' kind of look your parents shoot you if you go to a work meeting with them or something like that? One of them.
I walked around the house admiring it for the final time hoping that whoever lives here next loves this place as much as I do, the stairs that spiral around ever so carefully,the windows and their frames,the window panes.
I'd miss this place for sure.
(A/N I know this is only short and it's probably really boring but bare with I promise it gets slightly better)