The day after my late night tantrum, I woke up late.
I practically crushed my alarm clock as I smashed the sleep button.
Mum came into my room.
'Look, honey I'm sorry about last night. But it's the only way we can earn enough money for you to go to school!'
'Its just... I don't want to have to leave!' I complained into her chest, while I hugged her. 'Ive made so many new friends and I've had such a good time here since the last time we moved.'
'I know sweet, we can come back and visit! After all, uncle joe lives here. And he is getting married soon, so we will be back definitely!'
'But why can't we just stay and you find another job here in London!? '
'Because I have been given such a good offer in San Diego!'
'Its just so far away. I'm scared of moving. And leaving all my friends.'
'I know, I am too. We have to start packing though, because we leave on the 28th, which is in 12 days.'
I slumped back on my bed and mum left the room.
I reached across to my bedside table, and grabbed my phone.
I turned it on.
2 new messages.
