Bones in the attic

Moving in

I didn't want to move, I would lose all off my friends and I would have to go to a new school.

Hi I am Elizabeth, I am 16 years old and this is my story.

It all started when I was almost 10 years old. My mom had just given birth to two twins, one was a girl and the other was a boy.

The girl was named Bella and the boy was named Jared.

"Elizabeth!" My mom yelled.

"We are moving into a new house in south Carolina" she said when I came to her.

"WHAT" I yelled furiously!

"We have to we have no room because of your brother and sister, they need a room."

I had no idea what to do I would lose everything! The fact that we are leaving next week, right after school ended infuriates me.

My friends and I had so much planned. Well I guess it was happening we were moving.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Get your boxes in the truck its time to go" my mom said.

It was a long ride because we originally lived in Colorado and now we are living in south Carolina?!

In the car all Jared and Bella did was cry I was SO annoyed. It would take 20-30 hours and I had to be with theses brats!

My dad was driving , my mom was in the front seat, the twins were in the middle of the rows of seats and there sat me crammed in the back section of the car.

I didn't choose to sit there but I guess I had to.

The next day we arrived at the house. I thought it was going to be new but it was 150 years old.

Our old house was only 10 years old. The house was red, white and gray. The inside looked old like it was 5 million years old.