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My Name is Isabella...Isabella Morre , I'm 16 & I live in Australia. I mean I used to. My Dad got a new job as the new manager of a million dollar company called Christiano Refarno. It's a huge company that basically owns heaps of other companies worldwide. Sounds amazing right? Wrong!! You may be asking why and why I'm not excited? Why? Because it's on the other side of the world.
"America!! You've got to be kidding me" I question my mother in disbelief.
"No Izzy I'm not,this is a big opportunity for your father & it's very important to him" my mother's tone of voice sounds slightly on edge as she washes a plate before putting it in the rack to dry.
"I don't want to move, can't we just stay here? I have a life here, great friends & go to one of the best schools in Melbourne" I plead.
"I thought you said you hated that school & as I said this the opportunity of a life time for your father. I'm not going to ruin it for him. Besides it's a new start for all of us & I'm sure you'll make new friends" she pulls the plug from the sink & turns to look at me.
"I DON'T WANT NEW FRIENDS, I DON'T WANT A NEW START I'M QUITE HAPPY HERE & I DON'T WANT TO MOVE TO AMERICA!!! THIS IS SO UNFAIR" I scream as I run out of the kitchen & up the stairs to my bedroom.
My mother told me I had to try and be optimistic & that there's better doctors in America to help Julian. Julian is my little brother & he has down syndrome but he's incredibly smart and articulate with his words. He didn't have the best support back home, no doctors wanted to give him the help that he needed. I do think that the doctors are more likely to help my brother & that's all I want. To much of my disappointment we were packed up & were on a plane to LA the following weekend. It has been a few weeks since the move & we're somewhat settled. It's Sunday & I start school tomorrow at some private school called St George's Academy, one of my Dad's colleges recommend it. It's currently 4th term back home in Australia but it's only 2nd term here, it's so weird that I'm technically repeating year 11 but most year 11's here have just turned 16 too so I'm technically in the right year. I don't even know myself it's so confusing. As I look at myself mirror,trying on my school uniform and thinking about tomorrow then my mother walks in.
"You'll be fine" she says as she puts her hand on my shoulder & gives me a smile. Sometimes I swear she's physic. I turn to look at her.
"You don't know that & besides this blouse is see through, you can see my bra and the buttons are about to pop" I say as I unbutton it & walk into my bathroom to hop into my pjs.
"You'll just have to wear a white singlet or a white bra, probably both and I'll buy you the next size up tomorrow" she walks over to kiss my forehead as I hop underneath my bed covers. I pick up my book from my left nightstand & turn on my lamp. Before my mother leaves she turns and smiles at me again.
"As I said you'll be fine & don't forget to get Julian up & ready so I can sleep in a little before taking him to school. Also your Dad is dropping you off at school as he has to be at work at 8:30 too"(for some reason high school starts an 1 hr & 30 minuets before middle schoolers) "Goodnight" she says before turning out my light & shutting my door. I really hope she's right.
