"This will be fun, honey." my mom said in the passenger seat of the car.
"Why would it be? I had a lot of friends back home." I replied.
"David, you know that we have to move around a lot because of my job. I can't help it." my dad said.
"Whatever." My name's David, and I'm sixteen years old. My life is about to become a living hell. This is my seventh move. In four years. I'm tired of it. I had a lot of friends back at my old house. As a kid, I had a good home life. I had loving parents and was raised well. I did good in school and was in the honors program for all of my core subjects. I have a little sister, Jenny, who's nine years old. Most little sisters seem like your typical bratty, spoiled bitch. But let me tell you something about Jenny. She's even worse. I get blamed for everything she does and she gets away with it.
"David, you'll be fine. You never had trouble making friends." my mom said.
Lie. Making friends was hard for me. I'm surprised I had a lot of friends at my old school. I'm a stay-at-home kind of guy, like my mom. I'm a very quiet person and keep to myself. Something I love to do is read and write. I have my own blog that I frequently update, but I usually only get four or five reads each entry. "How much longer?"
"About a half hour." my dad replied.
"Daddy, I'm hungry." Jenny said in that baby voice that drives me insane.
"Well, do you want some McDonalds?"
"YEAH!" Jenny screamed.
"No." I said. Jenny started throwing one of her daily tantrums. She does them to get her way. She's smart in a bad way. Of course my mom tries to comfort her and guess where we're going? McDonalds. "I'm staying in the car."
"You know David, I'm sick of your attitude. I've had enough if your lip." my mom said.
I ignored her, like usual, and pulled out my phone to play a game. My dad pulled into a McDonalds and parked the car. "David, you gotta get something to eat. We've been in the car for five hours with no food. Get out of the car."
I got out, knowing that arguing with my dad wasn't worth it. I realized that is was very hungry. Damn, I hate when my dad's right, I thought. I ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a coke and scarfed it down before my family was even halfway done. When they finished, we got back into the car and drove the last bit until we reached Sacramento. Our house was only five minutes away now and it was noon. I looked around town, mostly people-watching. Man, there's some weird people here. My dad pulled down a lot of sidestreets until we reached a big red house. "We're home, kids." my dad said. Yeah, home for a couple of month, probably. I grabbed my laptop case that had my MacBook, and the current book I was reading. I slung it over my shoulder and grabbed one of my suitcases. My dad already unlocked the door and was already looking around. The inside of the house was beautiful. It had a nice, marble staircase and a giant living room, with a fireplace. That's all I could see because I was focused on one thing. My bedroom. I ran up the stairs, looking for the nicest bedroom, after the masterbedroom of course. I ran down the hallway and found the perfect room for me: open, lots of windows, a big closet, and my own bathroom. I put my stuff on the floor and went back outside to get the rest of my stuff.
"Those people I called should be here by now. I called so they could help get our furniture and everything situated." my dad said, dialing on his phone so he could complain to the company. While talking on the phone, a large van pulled up to the curb. After that, a large furniture truck pulled up too. "Ahh, nevermind. Sorry for the mishap." my dad's face was as red as a cherry. The movers came in with the furniture my dad ordered and started placing everything around. My mom was helping Jenny with her things, bringing it upstairs. Then, she turned around and looked at me, "Oh yeah, David. I forgot to tell you that you have school tomorrow."
