When I first walked into Mission Creek High School, I wasn't sure what to expect. All I know is that I certainly didn't expect to end up in a private medical room. You might be thinking: "A private medical room? How did you end up there? Did you get in a car accident?" All I'm gonna say is no, it was not a car accident. It was worse than a car accident.

Anyways, let's go to the day my family was told we were moving. At first it was a normal school day. Nothing new except Melanie Thurmer(my best friend at the time) was throwing a sleepover on Saturday. When I got home, I wanted to talk to my mom about going. I was supposed to be watching my little brother and sister on that day, but I was considering asking/begging my mom to get our neighbor Mrs. Carrie to do it.

After my bus dropped me off, I rushed into the house, went upstairs to my room, threw my backpack on my bed, and then rushed downstairs to find mom. I felt like I was The Flash, speeding everywhere. Even though I didn't have super speed, it seemed like anybody who did was lucky. (I'm a geek in case you haven't figured that out already).

I found her in the living room, reading a book on the couch. My mom was a short but strong at heart woman. She had short brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a long-sleeved, striped, blue shirt and jeans with white socks. My mom was in her thirties but she looks like she's 25(and that's no joke she actually does). Whenever my mom had free time, she was reading. She was a total book nut just like me. I walked over to her and said,"Hey, mom. How was your day?" She looked up from her book. "Oh, just the usual. Marlene accidentally gave a customer a DVD case without the disk. About ten minutes after she sold it to her, the lady came back and demanded the disk. Marlene was so embarrassed. She gave the lady the disk and we teased her about it for the longest time." Mom works at a local bookstore. She likes helping other people pick out books to enjoy but she doesn't get paid much. Also, she can only work so many hours because she has three kids. After she finished, she smiled but I could tell there was something she wasn't telling me.

She looked up from her book. "Oh, just the usual. Marlene accidentally gave a customer a DVD case without the disk. About ten minutes after she sold it to her, the lady came back and demanded the disk. Marlene was so embarrassed. She gave the lady the disk and we teased her about it for the longest time." Mom works at a local bookstore. She likes helping other people pick out books to enjoy but she doesn't get paid much. Also, she can only work so many hours because she has three kids. After she finished, she smiled but I could tell there was something she wasn't telling me.

Before I could ask what was wrong, I heard footsteps from far away. Mark and Ellie ran into the room and gave me a big hug. Mark and Ellie were both five yrs. Old. Mark had short brown hair, blue eyes, and he was short and skinny. He always wore superhero shirts and I loved playing superheroes with him. Ellie had long blond hair, brown eyes, and she was also short and skinny although, Mark was taller than her by a few inches. Ellie loved princesses and dolls and I also played with her. Usually, we played with dolls. They were both in kindergarten but in separate classes. They were pretty well-raised kids but they could be brats sometimes. They were both super cute and sweet and I felt lucky to have them in my family.

After they hugged me, Ellie jumped up and down and exclaimed, "I'm gonna tell you what I did today!"

Before she could say anything, Mark made a face and exclaimed, "No! I wanna go first!"

I smiled. "You guys can both go. Ellie, you can go first."

Mark frowned but I ignored it. Ellie said, "Thank you, Angie."

I smiled and said, "You're welcome." Ellie went on and on about her day and told me at recess, she played dolls with her friend Darcy and their dolls were sisters. Mark went next and he told me all about his day and that he played superheroes with his friend Kyle. Mark was Captain America and Kyle was The Falcon. He told me a recess aide had complimented him on his pretending skills.

After they both finished, I glanced at mom and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Her book was set on the coffee table in front of her and all three of us went over to her to comfort her. "Mommy, why are you crying?" Mark asked. Mark and Ellie sat on her lap and I sat next to mom with my heart beating fast.

She cleared her throat. "Kids, I know this isn't easy but..."

"We're moving," I finished. Mom stared at me with a horrified expression on her face.

How I knew was hard to explain. Sometimes I just knew stuff without explanation. I guess I just put the pieces together. I got really good grades. My senses were advanced, like hearing. I didn't know why I was like this. I always assumed it was something with my genes and I had got lucky and inherited those genes. I had never told anyone about it before.

She didn't even ask how I knew. She just nodded while tears rolled down her face. I got a huge lump in my throat. We had lived here for as far as I could remember and I didn't want to leave all the people and places I had known for so long.

There was silence for a few minutes before she spoke. "We are moving to California because I have found a better job there." Thoughts swirled around in my head faster than The Flash. California? We lived in Ohio and we would definitely take a plane. By my calculations, Ohio was four hours and eighteen minutes away, or 1,978 miles. It must have been a really good job for us to move so far away. Mom went on and on about how the schooling wasn't an issue and how we weren't going to live far away from the schools. I was barely listening. I was too busy thinking about all I was leaving behind. Mark and Ellie looked pretty upset. I knew they wouldn't want to leave either. Before she finished, I just walked away. I didn't stomp my feet or slam my door. I just walked upstairs like nothing was wrong. I cried and cried for who knows how long. I wasn't just crying because of the move. I was crying because of all that had happened since last year. I was mad it had to be this way. That dad couldn't be here to help us when we needed it. That he couldn't be here to make mom happy. I didn't even eat dinner. After a while, I did my homework and just before bed, I wrote mom a note and stuck it under her door. After having hours to think, I had made up my mind. I told her how much I loved her and that I missed dad just as much as she did. I told her that I would miss Ohio but that it could be better for us in California.

A few weeks after that, we packed up our bags and left. Now here I am. Staring at words on a wall that read, "MISSION CREEK HIGH SCHOOL", and below that, "HOME OF THE DINGOS". As I sat there, I shivered. Something told me this was going to be a strange and wild ride. When I walked away from the wall, I was so busy thinking about that strange feeling that I ran right into a girl.