Hope There Is Always

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Ive always hated my life. But I never knew how much I did until my father declared with such happiness we were moving.
If there is something I hate of life it should be moving.
Its not like I have tons friends here in Minnesota but I certainly don't like moving out of one place just for starting a new life.
You start feeling miserable, and even if you have few or lots friends you cant stop thinking the day you move out and have to say goodbye.
You change from one life to a whole new one!
I was moving to Georgia.
Its a long way from Minnesota to Georgia.
And totally different! Minnesota, a cold state with snow that you could probably die in to Georgia, who had the 4 whole seasons perfectly!
Ok maybe its not like your going to die here in Minnesota but please!
It was a totally different place!
I was leaving my house.
My friends.
My school...not that i liked it that much anyway.
My snow.
My LIFE!
Like who tells there children that they are moving from one day to another without even there approval.
Well I have no choice anyway since I'm only 16 and still live with my parents. But I needed to be included in these types of discussions.
And I have choices here in USA.
Last time I checked I had my freedom of speech! Unfortunately in the Monroe house you have no freedom of speech. Always mom and dad.
"Are you listening Liza, sweet pea?"
My father broke me from my thoughts.
"Huh...what?" I answered in response.
"Looks like my little sis is lost in thoughts again." My big brother teased me.
His name was Zack he was 19.
My brother and I were kinda alike. (In looks)
His skin tone was white as me but his hair was brown with his eyes grey.
While i was blonde and had grey eyes as well but it was little greenish in the middle.
Guys always fell for me but I'm like 'whatever bruh.'
I came out like my mother but my big bro came like my father.
Now my little brother that was 5 came like my sister after me who was 14.
Both had black hair that was straight when mine and my Zacks was in loosen wavy curls.
They had totally dark brown eyes. They came like grandma.
It was kinda funny for me even though i love them sweetly.
"Well I still can't believe we are moving." I whined.
"Now darling, its all fine." my mother smiled.
"Yes sweet pea and tomorrow the moving truck is coming and we are leaving at 7." My father was very nice.
But when it came to this...forget that father.
Both my parents hardly fighted with each other.
It was in my last week of school and right after the last day my parents had to ruin my perfectly planned summer! Like who does that...right...my parents.
I frowned at the thought.
"Ok." I mumbled.
"Good! Now you 4 and get ready for tomorrow is a big day!" My mother cheered.
Great. Tomorrow was a big day.
Now i was going to have nightmares!