Things always change according to my family. We live in one area and as soon as we get comfortable we move. Like what is wrong with this people. We are busy moving across country at this moment. We first lived in the Salt Lake City and now moving to California.
We are on our way to our new house, which is currently a long drive. I'm sitting in the back seat of the car with my ear phones in. My favourite jam, Story of my life by One Direction. The scenery is not that great as we drive through a dry area. Now and then you will stop a cactus or a few.
"When is this ride over?" I complain (pausing my music) to my mother who is driving the car.
"Only a little while love, then we will arrive." She says looking, into the review mirror, at me.
I sigh and continue to listen to my music. We have being driving for hours. My little brother is sitting in his booster seat playing on his tablet, like always. I see a board saying 'California 15000 km'. Oh my word this is the longest drive I've ever had in my life. I close my eyes and dose off with my music still drumming in my ears.
As I finally dozed off into candy land, I feel someone immediately shake me, trying to wake me up. I open my eyes and look straight up at the person who has woken me up.
"Bella wake up we here!" I hear a voice familiar, it's my dad.
I get up and get out of the car. My body is so sore. I rub the small amount of sleep out of my eyes and stretch. The moment I clear the sleep out of my eyes I see this nicely sized house in front of me. It is a beige house, with a dark roof. It is a 2 garaged, double-story house. It has a lawn in front of it with flowers blossoming:
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The house is fully furnished so we didn't need to bring our things. We sold it instead. All we brought with us is our clothes and all the other things one needs in our daily lives. Today is Saturday so we still have time to unpack before the huge problem starts. SCHOOL! I start a new school on Monday, which I hate so badly. I mean I've been to plenty schools, but I actually want to settle down now, since it is my last year of high school.
I have to make new friends from over. Urgh I hate it! I miss my friends from back home. Yes I said home, because where I stayed before will always be my home. I've being there since the start of high school and met my best friend Christy. The whole reason for us moving is because my father gets relocated every few years and unfortunately we have to go with him.
And my mother always agrees! She never thinks of how I would feel or how my brother would feel. Oh my brother wouldn't feel anything because his only 7! Calm down Bella, no reason to get so hyped up about small things.
I grab the boxes with my clothes in and take a walk up to the front door of the house. As I walk in to the house, I drop my boxes onto the floor. I walk in and immediately I see this family orientated TV room right in the beginning of the house. It has this long couch in front of a flat screen TV. There is a projector connected to the ceiling, so whenever you want to watch movies you just push a button on the remote and a white screen comes sliding down from the ceiling and the projector goes on:
