"No We Can't! I Don't Want to move!"
Arguments were probably one the most things I hate about life. We're suppose to move into a neighborhood called "South Park". What A Drag. I wish a was a cloud. I was sent Upstairs after the first comeback. Now there's no other choice but to move. Not to mention the ride there. From California, to the middle of the United fucking States of America. I groaned to myself causing my mother to look back at me. "What's wrong dear?"
"Nothing I'm Fine." Ever though I'm not fine. I wish I was still at home. "Look.."my dad said, "we're moving to a new location for a better hope of us to live better, and start new. It's not like you had any friends at your old school anyway." At this point I just wanted to jump out of the car. I can't believe it.
1 day and 35 minutes later, we reach our new home. I just wanted to cry. I'm kinda happy I'm an only child sometimes. I don't have to be bothered by anyone sometimes. I head upstairs without checking the whole house and pick the room down the hall to my right. It had a pretty view of outside, and a nice comfortable space for myself. I hurry back downstairs and grab a box that labels "My stupid shit" and bring it upstairs. Then I head back downstairs and pick up a bigger and more heavier box that label "My books". After all of my boxes had been in my room, I headed outside and began to observe the neighborhood. I noticed that there was a pink house and another dark green and someone else's yellow or bright red. I sighed in frustration wondering what the fucking hell I'm doing here. I came across a really raggedy house with a crack in the window. I stared at it long enough and walked away. The house was old, and not much of anything, but was interesting.
I see the school. "South Park Elementary huh...?" I