When we got to Ontario, we where blown away from how many people there was. We got lost for an hour or so. But then we asked for help. Then everything was getting better as time got on. When we got to our new house it looked like a dump. The windows had cardboard and it looked like nobody lived in it since 1 year. When we got into the house I just dropped my bags and ran out the door, whated to look around the comunity. But mom wanted me to stay home and help her unpack. After I finished helping mom it was like around 11:15pm. I was so exhausted. And wanted to go to bed. But I couldn't because I had to make my bed. After I finished, which was like around 12:00, because I had to find all my sheets and bed cover. Finally I went to bed.
The next day later I got up at noon. That was the latest I got up in my life. I was thinking that I was at my old room, but then I stud up and looked around. I was thinks that this was not bad. I went downstairs and saw my mom sleeping on the couch. I tried to get her up but she was so exhausted so I just left her there and got my jacket and went out to look around. I was starting to walk up the street, then saw a guy running part me with a black hoody. I was so not wanting to stay here. But I had no idea how to talk mom into moving back. When I came back home, I saw mom I the kitchen unpacking boxs. I walked up to her and asked, "Why did we move here?" She looked at me with her eyes dranded and said, "I just wanted to get out of where we were living. I was so tierd of there, and I wanted to come back to my home town where I grow up." I snapped at her saying, "So you just thinking of yourself!?" After I sayed that I ran to my room and slamed the door behind me. When I was up there I was thinking that if we're not going to move back I should unpack and decorate my room the way I want it. It took me about 3 hours to get everythink unpack and to decorate my room. I looked at my door from the door and it looked really nice and a teen girl room. I had posters covering my walles. And my old cortens from my old room.
I just had to unpack one more box. The bow that Holly give me in the last day. I started opining it and there was a picture of us when we when younger playing on the swing set. And just stuff that we did together. I felt so sad. But I was so happy that I had to make these memories with her. I put a picture of us on my side table and finish looking throw the rest of the box. When I was finish looking trow the rest and I closed the box and put it in my cobert...
