I was always the new one. I was the one who always moved. Left all my best friends.The funny part was that every time I moved I always was popular. Weird right? And trust me every I moved it was the worst feeling. But this was my last year. My last year of moving.
However, my name is Betty. Betty Smith. I'm 19 and turning 20 soon. The name of my sibilings are Becky and Bethany. Becky is 17 and Bethany is 14. My mothers name is Beonaca and my dad's is Ben. My dad died fighting for our country. I loved him so much. He was my every thing. My birthday is May 14. My left eye is green and my right is brown.
The reason we keep on moving is because of Beonaca (My mother) 's job. She seem to never make up her mind. This year my mom diceied to be a buissness worker. That's why now we live in a big, big house. Well that's all I can say time to go to bed! BYE!
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