"Daisy, will you come down for a second. I have some news." My dad called from downstairs. I groaned quietly and shut my silvery mac and rolled out of bed. "What?" I mumbled as I entered the kitchen. My dad looked up from his newspaper and my mum took a break from cooking. "You know I have a job where you have to move a lot and that stuff.." My dad started. "Yeah, we've moved three times the past two years, are we.. moving again?" My dad nodded slightly. "Where are we going this time?" "Sydney."