I wish my life was like the princesses in fairytales. Everything in their lives was perfect. They have everything they ever wanted. Their lives always end with a happy ending. How I wish I could be them. However, my life isn’t exactly a “fairytale.â€? It all started when my parents decided to move.
“Hey kids, we have big news,” my dad announced with the biggest grin on his face.
“What’s the big news, dad?” I asked.
“Yeah, what are you talking about?â€? said my older brother Tim.
“What news. Tell us, now,â€? said my eight year old sister Karen.
“We’re going to move.â€?
“What!” I said with the biggest shock on my face. “What are you guys talking about? Why do we have to move? I’m starting high school in just a few days.”I said indignantly.
“Well, because schools are way better there and we already bought a house,” my dad said.
“Since when do we have a house?â€?
“We just bought one. Isn’t this great? Now we can start our lives in a whole new place,” my mom said cheerily.
And that’s when my nightmare started.