Unwritten

another ending (as usual)

Great. Here we are again, leaving the house I was already getting comfortable in. Leaving the town I had just started to like, and leaving my friends at the school that seemed to be actually a decent high school. Starting my life all over again. A lot of people think starting off new is such a great thing. Sort of like the "New Year, New Me" resolutions no one ever seems to keep. Let me tell you, after the eighth time having to move towns because your dad's job involves traveling to little known, irrelevant places, moving is not exciting at all.

Sometimes I wish I could live with mom. She never has to move with us anywhere. She gets to stay in her cozy little town house up in the outskirts of Pennsylvania. But then again, I live with my dad for a reason. The worst part about moving is the packing. I'm not a very neat person, so my room isn't the typical girly room you'd think. You know, fancy white wood furniture, walls decorated with light pink, and purple strips, cute circular mirrors around the walls, and that king size bed right in the middle that acts as a couch. "Dream Room" as my dad calls it. Every time we move he wants to decorate my room like that. Thanks, but no thanks dad. I like my plain white walls and my black furniture. I guess it's alright because he lets me decorate my new room however I want. So Big red Hindu curtains are my next idea. Plain, but messy. Sort of like me.

Dad already registered me for my new school. Redwood High, home of the bobcats. Not the most interesting sounding school, but if my dad decides to stay here, I'm stuck at Redwood High for 2 more years. I start Monday Morning, August 12. Back in Florida school started the 20th. But I guess Cali is different. I've always wanted to live here, maybe not in some small raggedy old town, but it's better than nothing.

I still have to finish packing everything from my old house, I stare into the body length mirror behind the white door. I see myself staring back at me, not to sound conceited but after puberty, I've gotten a hell of a lot cuter. I let my hair grow out, dirty blonde all the way down to my waist. I got black rectangular ray bands that bring out my eyes. Dad always said they were as blue as the clear sky. Plus living in Florida I got a little tan. Let's just say, besides the fact that my metabolism is so fast, it's impossible for me gain too much weight, my parents had some rockin' genes to give me. I've only spent two years here, and I thought we'd stay here for good. Oh well. Here we go on to the next town. Well first stop is the airport. Then Texas, then Cali.