we had arrived.
AGAIN..
a new school. a new house. and new friends (which i have to make anyways)
the car had stopped at a big white house .. ours?
it had 3 walls of concrete however one was made of glass.
a pool.. big one
i stormed up the stars into a room with a big balcony and a wall of glass into of concrete. the boxes labelled "alice clothes" or "alice books". this room must then be mine.
i lay on the abonded matress lying in the middle of the purple wallpapered room. my eyes shut as memories flooded back:
this was me .. alice. the rich girl. the one that got everything everything except a permenant home, i have been to around 6 schools in the last 4 years.. my dad keeps being upgraded you see my dad is a jewler a successful one i might add. but one that never had time for his daughter. one that had money and didnt care about anything but. but this time.. it wasnt my dads fault it was my cruel stepmom. " kim" or as dad used to say "kimmyhoneyboo!" <- talk about YUCK!! she wanted to move. she insisted that we live here for the next THREE YEARS!!! You see.. normally i would be happy about it but now thinking it over.. NO WAY! what if i mess up?!?! this is so typical dad.. everything to my inconvienice!!! UGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
