"Honey, it's going to be fine. You just have to get used to it," said my mom. I thought about what she said, but I was to sad to process it through my head. The road trip is 37 hours, 18 minutes, and 12 seconds away from Washington. Ugh! About three hours into the trip, I started thinking about what the new house might look like. Will it be bigger? Uglier? Nicer? Who knows.
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"We are here. C'mom, get your stuff!" Yelled my dad. As I got out of the car, I couldn't breathe. This was a three story house that had a green door and old, scratched up, baby blue paint. "Wow, this needs a lot of work," said my father. "You think," I shouted. My dad shot me a mad face. That means to watch the attitude. My mom came running up to me with a chain of keys and handed them to me. "Unlock the door, C'mom!" She said in a happy voice. As I unlocked the door, I was disgusted by the inside. The inside of the house smelled like poop, the floor was ripped to pieces, the stair rails were broken, and the lights didn't work. "You want to live here," I cried. "Yes. And watch the attitude young lady, I'm not liking the way you are acting." My dad meant what he said, and I understood why he was mad. A few days after we moved in, we started renovations on the new house. "Your room is on the 2nd floor, first door to the right," said my mother. As I walked up the stairs, I had a feeling that I was being watched. CREAK!! When I opened my door, I gasped loudly. So loud that my mom could here from down stairs. My room was humungous. It was the size of Paris. My closet was big also, but I didn't care. I just was in love with the room itself. "Mom, I love my room." I screeched. My mother looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you feeling okay?" My mom looked surprised that I was this happy. "Yeah, I just really love my new room. This is amazing.
