"Do we have to move? I don't want to! I have a perfect life here, in Elko. I don't want to move to a rich-kid neighborhood!" I complained to my dad. We were moving. Again. All because of dad's work...
"Michelle, you'll like it in Canada. And anyway, living in Stratford will be fun!" He tried to cheer me up, but nothing could. I would miss all my friends, my small house, and my school. Everybody there accepted me. Oh well.
"About 164 more miles!!! Almost there." I ignored him. I fell asleep in the backseat of the limo with my cat for the rest of the ride.
"Michelle, wake up! We're here!" I opened my eyes to see my dad's jet-black hair and his bright blue eyes. I walked out of the limo to see a huge mansion and next to it, a normal- sized house which was the guest house.
"Daddy can I live in the guest house? Please?" I begged.
"No, that's for other people. We are having lots of guests. Sorry hun. But go inside and pick a room." He gave me an old-fashioned key. I walked into the house, and the first room that caught my eye was the room upstairs on the left. It had double-glass doors, and from what it looked like, fuzzy blue wallpaper. I rushed upstairs to look in my room. Before I got a god look, my phone rang.
"Yes daddy?"
"I have to go and get the furniture, I'll be back in an hour or so. Bye." I hung up. Now back to my room. I was right about the wallpaper, and the oak flooring wasn't a bad touch either. I was about to plop on my pink bed when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Hey, I'm Justin Bieber, your new neighbor. I just saw your limo pull in, and came over. Wanna come over to my place?" he asked. Aloud, I said, "Sure." But in my mind, I was screaming like a fan-girl. We walked over to his house,and he opened the door for me. His friends were on the couch, playing video games.
"Sup." Chaz said.
"Nothing....." I replied.
