"We're moving?" I scream.
After all these years of being in this house, we were finally moving out of this hell hole.
"What do you think?" My mom says as she starts packing up some of the kitchen items.
"Well this is exciting." I brush a strand of my brown hair away from my pale face.
"You're going to love the house, Beatrice. It's beautiful." She smiles.
......
two days later.
"Los Angeles." I read out loud as my dad takes our suitcases to our car.
We traveled across the country to move to this city.
As my dad drove, we passed cars and cars and cars.
Minutes later, we arrived to an enormous house. It was indeed beautiful.
"I love it." I say before entering the now my new home.
Running upstairs I quickly search for a room.
Finding a room, it was painted a deep shade of purple.
Jumping on the mattress, I take a deep breath.
This new beginning is exciting.
