Mom:You ready?
Me:No.
Mom:Jessica stop!
More tears rolled down my face. I'm Jessica, 14, black hair, and brown eyes. I'm an only child. My mom is making us move from Chicago to Atlanta. It's gonna be so hard. I promised my friends I wouldn't befriend any ATL kids. My mom pulled up to a cream colored house. It was two story. Sure there was a pool but I'm trying not to get attached. The truck was in the driveway and open. I jumped inside and pulled out my purple suitcase. I went inside the house and dragged it to my room. It was all the way at the end. My bed was already there. In my purple suitcase were my most prized possesions, My posters, ipod, kindle, hair kit, nail kit, pictures, camera and laptop. My phone has a full battery so I locked my door and blasted my music. I started setting up my bed and putting my clothes away. I hung up my posters then put up my pictures. My best friend in Chicago called.
Me:Hey.
Nia:What's up?
Me:Nothig. At the stupid house. Wanna see my new room?
Nia:Ha. No. When are you coming back?
Me:I wanna go back for breaks.
Nia:Oh. So who are your lame ass neighbors?
Me:I don't know.
I heard a knock at the door and heard voices say, Welcom!
Me:Speak of the devil or devils
I went downstairs to see my mom at the door. Two people were at the door.
Nia:Neighbors?
Me:Yeah.
Mom:Jessica! Come meet our neighbors.
Me:Hold on. Time to put on a happy face.
I was wearing white jean bermudas, yellow babydoll and ballet flats. I had a cardigan over it. I went downstairs with a fake smile.
Mom:This is my oldest and only daughter Jessica. She's starting at the high school.
The lady introduced herself as Sandi.
Sandi:My daughter Caitlin is in college. This is my son Christian.
I looked at Christian. He had his hair sideswept, brownish hair, light brown eyes, a cap and a mole. He was cute but I wasn't allowed to crush on ATL guys.