"Explain to me why are we moving to middle of nowhere small town Maine when we can stay in Chicago, where I have a job, good grades in school and friends? And have John, Hunter and Zach leave their friends and schools behind? And Dad's well paying job WITH health benefits?" I told my parents over
dinner.
"Your father has been offered a higher paying job at the law firm in Collinsport, And I don't like Chicago... with all the crime rates..." my mother mused.
"Once you graduate, you can move back to Chicago Gypsy - Ziva," My dad said while serving my younger brother Zach.
" I'm not hungry," I said.
I left the table, going to my own, yet small room. My Name is Gypsy – Ziva Rose Belzer. Weird, I know, my parents were huge Fleetwood Mac fans, that's how I got Gypsy – Ziva. I have red rust colored and blue grey eyes. I'm 16 going on 17, and work at the Chicago Museum of Natural History in the Egyptian
Exhibit. I have three younger brothers: John who is 14 with dirty blond hair and brown eyes, Hunter who is 10 with rust hair and green eyes and Zach who is 8 with black hair and brown eyes.
