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"Great! Great that's great" ————<•>————
Change means to alter or modify something to make it different. I like change, I always felt like change was better. My dad left and things got better for me and my mum, I changed my style of clothes and I started to feel more comfortable with myself, I redecorated my room 5 times and now I finally love it. But moving to a whole new town was a bit too much change for my liking.
Of course I could never blame my mum for this, she's always trying to make things better for me and supporting me through everything, so being the amazing daughter I am, I faked a smile and said I was happy to move to Arcadia Oaks (of course this was all lies but she doesn't have to know that).
So here I am, sitting in the backseat of the car doing what I do best, annoying people.
"Are we there yet?" I ask
"No" My mother replies.
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
"Are we there yet?"
"Yes" Mum says excitedly.
"Really?" I say as I immediately straighten up.
"No" My mother says in a monotone voice.
"Ugh" I groan as I slump back down in the car and re attach my earphones to my ears, blasting Nirvana.
This conversation has been going on and on for about 4 hours.
I sigh as I look out the window and see a sign saying 'Welcome to Arcadia' and I have never been more relieved in my life.
I've never been a patient person, so you can imagine how annoying a long car ride would be.
Mum pulls the car into the driveway of our new house and I'm honestly impressed.
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