My dad came to the door, I answered it and smiled. My mum stood up and I picked up my bags my dad helped me, we took them to his car. Then he went to the kitchen to talk to my mum and stepdad, I carried the rest of the bags to the car. When I had walked back my dad was just leaving, I looked at my mum. As i said goodbye i didn't no whether to cry or to smile, so i just walked away. Got into my dads car and we drove to my dads house. My dad spoke to me "So what made you want to move in with me?". I had lots of reasons like i wanna be a daddy's girl, i want someone to care, i wanna be me and not some little girl. Or even I had no choice. But the only thing I could say was, "I don't no". I thought to myself maybe one day I could tell him just why I moved out. When we got to my new home it was the evening I went up into my room and unpacked the bin bags on to my new bed. I kept crying every now and then because my head was all over the place, I even started to miss my mum and was wishing I never came here. It was really quiet in my room. It took me ages to sort the bags out I left one bag and pushed it under my bed, my room looked a mess, things were all over the place. My dad came up and told me to brush my teeth and go to bed, i'll sort it out tomorrow. That night I couldn't sleep i just kept thinking to myself this just doesn't feel right, and I wonder what my mum is thinking. I feel asleep, dreaming of being a daddy's girl, going places with my dad, something I never did when I was at my mums.
A couple of days later, my big brother was moving in. I was really excited. It's not what i wanted because I just wanted it to be me and my dad. But mark moving in might break the awkward silence at tea time. I watched them carry mark's t.v up the stairs and as the went pass my room. It only took Mark a couple of minutes to sort out his room then he went downstairs and watched t.v with my dad. I sat up stairs on my computer and listened to music. A few weeks later, Mark and I was upstairs and dad had called us down to tell us something. Mark had thought he must have another girlfriend, he had done this when I was 9 years old and his girlfriend turned out to my mum. But the news my dad had told us was bad news. My dads ex-girlfriend was moving back in. I was really annoyed when he told me. Mark even went back upstairs. No one likes my dads ex-girlfriend, Sharon. She older then my dad by 10 years and she used to get my dad to hit me. And even kicked Mark out in the first place. I went back upstairs and laid on the floor, crying. My dad came in and asked "What's up?", I replied "why does Sharon have to move?". I knew my life never could be perfect. Dad explained that he'd never hit me again and that Mark will never get kicked out. I still knew my life was going to be bad forever.
