15 year old Brittany Miller and her two sisters Jeanette and Eleanor and their adoptive mother Miss Miller were about to move out of their old house in Louisiana and into the amazing city of L.A, California. Brittany was really going to miss this old house. Sure she wasn't born there, and she hasn't lived there her whole life, but she and her sisters had some really good memories built in the few years they had lived there. Brittany was standing in her and her sisters' now empty room, looking around, saying her last few mental goodbyes.

Brittany's POV

I felt like I was going to cry as I walked around this old room, looking in the many areas of the medium sized room that my sisters and I use to share. I turned to the corner nearest to the door and smiled at it, remembering how I spilled five whole different colors of nail polish there when my sisters and I had a sleepover with some friends a couple of years ago. Then I turned right, facing the door. I remembered how I always use to scare my sisters by whispering with a dark strained voice into the crack of the door. What made it so funny is how they fell for it every time, and how they got mad at me when I laughed at them.

I then turned some more to the right, facing the wall with the closet. I walked up and opened it and took a look around. I remembered how my clothes took up more than half of the space in the shared closet. I chuckled silently to myself, my sisters are going to be thrilled that they have their own rooms in the new house. I sighed deeply and turned to the wall that our three beds use to be against. It was the only wall in the room that had any windows on it. Ours beds were under all three of them. I sat on the floor and just stared at the wall while I broke down into tears. I really wasn't ready to leave this place.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice Miss Miller was standing in the doorway behind me. "Brittany," She started softly. "Are you done in here dear? Your sisters and I are waiting in the car and we have a plane to catch."

"Sorry miss Miller, I was just doing some last minuet stuff, but I'm ready now." I said as I wiped my tears and stood up.

"Are you sure dear?" She asked

"Yes." I said while smiling. She nodded and we headed for the door.

When we walked out, I turned to have one last glimpse at our two story house. As a single tear shed down my cheek, I heard a honk from the car, Miss Miller telling me to hurry up. I ran into the car and we were on our way to the airport.