"Yes finally were moving out of this shiz hole!" I started jumping up and down I was so happy.
"Can we leave today." I asked nervously but still happy.
"Not what I had expecting but okay, everything is already packed."
20 minutes later
"Are we there yet,"
"No."
"How about now."
"For the last time dad do you see the airport yet."
"Yesssssss..... Its right there"
"No it isn't....... Nevermind." He got lucky this time. We quickly dashed to our privite plane which was hysterical because my father fell on top of an old lady and then beat him up with a purse. Daddy glared at me the whole plane ride since I just stood there and laughed. Once the plane landed I asked my father,"Where were we moving to again."
"Florida of course."
One long ass car ride later..........
There it was my new beautiful house. I squealed like a child and looked in every room and found the perfect room. It was painted a light shade of green and dark purple it looked like Narnia I even had the same closet.
I heard my dad say something ," I'm gonna be back in a few." And the door slam shut. Once I heard the sound of my father Black BMW which got here I deleted all my contacts of my phone and thought ,"Now to start a new life"
I took a bath and changed into some purple high waisted shorts a spongebob cut up shirt that reached above my belly button and some black vans. I googled the closest skating arena and then looked at the time 10 o'clock. It wasn't that dark the sun was still out, barely. Once I finally reached the arena with my new skateboard
I got on the tallest ramp and did these cool ass trick like 360 in mid air and handstands ect... Once I stopped there was this one creepy dude just staring back at and he looked like he was seven...... What seven year old just stares at you creepily. So I did the right thing a ran my butt back home if he could find his way to the skating ring he could find his way back home.
But then I started to feel bad and walked back to see him still staring at the ramp(creepy). I tapped his shoulder and he slowly turned around. "Are you lost." "Yes."
"Then where do you live."
"152 Love St." He replied in his baby voice.
So I grabbed his hand and we slowly walked to his house eith the help of google (did you actually think I would know where he lives)
When I dropped him of at home I knocked the door and the hottest man alive was in front of me, hugging his brother.
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