The middle of starting over

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"Dear diary", today I had just move to this new town, well continent I should say, well I had just moved from England, my parents had told me we were moving back to Paris but instead they decided to surprise me by arriving in America, but anyways I live in New York currently. I'm supposed to start school this fall. Apparently I can't homeschooled because of daddy's new job offer, apparently there isn't enough time to work and educate me so we decided I could just go to regular school from now on and my mom didn't have the time either because she also had to work. If your wond-"Bleu honey time for breakfast", my mom said. "Okay mom", I said. I hoped out of my bed and ran down the carpet covered stairs holding on to the rail as I flew down the stairs. As I was entering the living room a wind blew and I caught a whiff of scent of bacon, eggs, strawberries, toast, waffles, and blueberry oatmeal. My Mouth started drooling at the amazing smell coming from the kitchen, and before I knew it I was running toward the kitchen and before I cold turn around,I had hit something cold and hard. I was on the floor now and realised that I had ran into the wall, I rubbed my head trying to soothe the massive pain my fall had caused, "ouch" I found myself repeating constantly. "Honey, ow gosh are you okay!? My mom said,"yeah I fine thanks". "Come and eat sweetie, Kay mom". I could tell for this point on this is gonna take a lot of adjusting.