Its been a week. I've already told all my friends goodbye and to call me often. We are leaving tomorrow, and i just feel like crap. I've been here my whole life and all my friends and family are right here.
I'm so tired but i can't sleep. My mind is so cluttered. I'm just laying here like a dead corpse. So still. So lifeless.
"Why is this happening to me. I always try to be nice to everyone, and I try hard in school." I whispered gently. "Why is this happening?"
I hear my door open, a loud creaky noise. I immediately pretended to be asleep.
"I know you're still awake. Are you scared? You know of moving?
"Duhh. You know how hard it for me to make new friends. Plus, California is our home. Since we were born. And all of a sudden we have to move to Minnesota!"
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