Intro
Brown. I started to hate that color. It was the color of dirt, the color of feces, and also the color of the boxes in my room. In these boxes was my life. My clothes, my personal belongings, pictures of me, my family, my friends and many more things. All of this was held in these brown boxes. Why? Well...we were moving away. Where? Nowhere important, just Hollywood, California. I know, I know, other girls would die for an opportunity like this. Famous people all over and money literally growing on trees. Great, but what am I supposed to do with that? All I know is that I'm leaving to a new house across the country because my father's job requires it. If mom were here I could have stayed with her....but she's gone now. She's been gone for three years now. At moments like these I wish she was still here, or that at least wherever she is she would follow and keep me safe.