Moving fucking sucks. manchester to new jersey. Who the hell lives in New Jersey? I'm in a fucking moving van that smells like peanut butter and piss. All my belongings were sold or packed up. On top of all that, I have school tomorrow, private school. My parents split and my dad got a ton of money from the family business so jersey here we come!
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We get to our new house and I pick the so called "guest suite" because I get my own bathroom that way. Dad's picking stiff up from Ikea and getting pizza, to eat on the floor because we have no table. And I'm setting up my bed, which is difficult without instructions.
"Hey m I'm home!" Dad yelled. I put down the pieces of wood and ran downstairs to help with the furniture.
"So we have one vanity, two picture frames, a desk with chair, curtains, and a tv mount for miss Michelle." He said.
" yup" I said.
"And one dresser, and curtains for me" he said and smiled.
"Pizza?" I asked.
"And two pizzas to share. One pepperoni and one vegan" he said. I took the vegan one from him and sat down. I'm not vegan I just like vegan pizza. Soy cheese excites me. I ate my food, while my dad talked about random stuff. I just nodded through his ramble.
"Yeah taxes are great but I'm gonna go put this crap into my room" I said and dragged the boxes down the hall. I pushed them against the wall and pulled out my uniform for tomorrow, before giving up on the bed, throwing the mattress onto the floor, and going to sleep.
Trash first chapter but the next one will be better, I promise... ok bye!
