Moving is probably one of the hardest things. Leaving all of your friends, your school, your house and most of all your memories. Some people think moving to a new school is a "fresh start" and in my opinion, I think it's just another place where you have to deal with more dumb-ass juniors who have the maturity level of a third grader.
Mom says we had to move because Dad got a job promotion, but by they way this house looks that sounds like a lie. The new house is filled with spiders inside the unfinished basement. I personally have arachnophobia so that's definitely somewhere you won't see me. The backyard is also very tiny and has a dense forest backing up to it. The rooms in the house consist of two small rooms for me and my younger sister, Claire, a bathroom down the hall and a huge master bedroom for our parents. Of course Mom got her way, and pushed Dad to buy the more expensive house because it had a bigger and better master bedroom. At least my room has a window with access to the roof, that'll be nice to relax on when my family is being really annoying.
I don't start school at St. Andrews HS until 2 weeks from now, so at least I have time to acclimate to the new house and I will be able to unpack most of my stuff.
