We are moving house. Again. My brother and I are always in a bad mood when we have to move. It’s like my mother and father always wait until my brother and me make friends. This is hard for him and me because we’re just the weird kids that move a lot.
Loads of the people from our old schools talk about us with other schools, and then everyone doesn’t even bother to get to know us. Now were both alone. We used to at least hang around with each other, but now that’s all changed.
Now he's going to be in an even worse mood. Oh, why do we have to move so much? Well I guess this moving house is my fault.
Since there are no parents looking after us, we have to live with our aunt. We don’t really know her, that well. We’ve only gone to meet her once every year, maybe two or three times if we have spare time. Only this time it’s permanent. No going back now. We don’t even know her very well. She lives on this abandoned estate, which not many people live in. I guess my aunt lives there because she isn’t very sociable, she doesn’t get much company. It’s sad really. To tell you the truth, I feel kind of sorry for her.
