I thought that moving to Hollywood would be great, but at the same time, depressing. Out of nowhere, Dad’s new job offer came up and then, we had to move. All my friends were so excited for me. They thought I was moving next door to the Jonas Brothers. But instead, I moved to the edge of Hollywood, so no stars here.
“So, this is it!” said my mom as she opened up our new front door.
“This is it?” asked my sister Summer. She was probably more upset than I was. Summer was my older sister, and way more popular than I was. She had long, orange hair and bright blue eyes. All the boys loved her. She was practically perfect. And it was pretty hard to live up to her standards. Not that it was going to be hard for her to make friends, she was just leaving many, many behind.
“Yes Summer, this is our new home!”
“Gross! Look how small it is! And I won’t even have my own bathroom!” said Summer, in disgust.
To tell the truth it was pretty small, but could we make the best of it?