kingadvance1
Moving is supposed to be exciting, right? Wrong. One day I'm in Skylark City, the next I'm in Rockshell-home of seagulls that act like they pay taxes, a house smaller than my old closet, and a brother who's officially done with life. New school, new people, new chaos. I have no idea where the bathrooms are, who to sit with at lunch, or how to survive the constant ocean soundtrack. Add in nosy neighbors, a suspiciously calm kid on the block, and my dad's relentless optimism, and suddenly surviving Rockshell feels impossible. Diary entries, bad decisions, and way too much coffee included.