Wendy sat staring out the window of the car. It was a clear, sunny day. Of course she was excited to move, but there was also a sort of sinking nervousness about her. The plane ride from her home in Rhode Island all the way here to London would be average and boring for higher class people, but for Wendy it was like magic. Her dream was to one day fly, and that dream was fulfilled. She wasn't poor, but she was middle class enough to have not been able to do this before. Her mother had worked hard for 10 years to feed and clothe her and her brothers. This hard work earned her a great promotion that raised her pay by 80 dollars a week. The second bonus of this promotion was that the new work place was in London. John and Michael, her brothers, were sitting in the back seat shouting and pushing, but she didn't notice. John was 11 and Michael was 8. The brothers were best friends and loved each others company. Wendy, being the oldest at 13 years, protected her brothers under all circumstances. Her mother laughed and listened to music as she drove. The rest of the ride was loud and full of fun. They drove closer and closer to their new apartment, looking at each building on the way, and finally, there it was.
