"Tracy, Tracy honey, wake up. Remember, today's the big day!" Tracy's mother, Mary, said sweetly.
oh crap! Tracy thought to herself as she remembered that today was the day that they moved to England. She opened her eyes to an empty room, sat up in her sleeping bag and rubbed her awakening hazel eyes. She opened them again and smiled.
"Mom, do we really have to move to England?" Tracy asked.
"Yes, honey. Your dad has found a wonderful job at the Ministry of magic in London. And you will get to go to the finest school in the UK!"
"Mom, just because Hogwarts is the finest school in that UK, doesn't mean that I'll instantly have friends! I like Wiggleswheet; I have friends there! And I only have two more years! Maybe I could stay with the Johnsons or something. Then I'd be able to stay in the US."
"Honey, honey, slow down! Now, I know that I'm going to sound mean, but, you're coming with us and that's that! So, you best put your clothes on, roll up your sleeping bag, and get in the car. We'll get some breakfast on the way to the airport."
"Fine!" that was all Tracy said. She was silent until they arrived in England, and pulled into their new driveway.