I bit into my plain cheese sandwich as my mum told me the news. "We're moving to England" she said. I almost spat out my sandwich but refrained because it tasted too good. I gulped it down an stares her right in the eyes. "What?"
1 month later
Today was the day I was moving to boring England. Most Americans would die to live in England, but not me. The posh accents bothered me, and their bread was AWFUL! I passed a smiley flight attendant and stepped onto the plane, dreading the rest of my life.
When we got there all I could think was how cold it was. I shivered and pulled my hoodie tighter around me. This was going to be fun.