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"Rose Mazur it's time to GET UP!" yelled Christian

"NO!" i yelled back. My brother just had to annoy me at this hour in the morning, didn't he.

"Rosie come on, mum will kill you if you don't get up and pack" Christian said outside my door. My family and I were moving today to our new house 'cause mum's job is in California, I've always wanted to go don't get me wrong but to live because my mums jobs is NOT what I wanted. "OK, fine but there better be donuts in the kitchen" I said slouching out of bed and to the bathroom. I have to said that the house we're moving into was amazing and have already chosen my room, which has a huge bathroom connected to my room AND a walk-in wardrobe, it's awesome, though I will miss my friends, who am I kidding I have no friends 'cause I'll always beat someone up and the rest will think I'm a freak. New place, new start, new place, new start. Mum and Dad's been saying that to me for a week now 'cause of my 'state'. My family don't care if I'm an angel, they support me, though it gets annoying.

One very long shower coming up, along with one hour of getting myself ready and then time to finish packing, WHAT I have to look good to work, why do you think I sleep in, I have to get my beauty sleep.

3 hours later

"Rose are you done packing yet?" asked mum

"Ya mum I'm done, can you get Christian to help to carry my stuff down to the car?"

"Rose we both know that you are more than capable to carry all that stuff. Now move that ass of your." and with that she left. I being me used my 'gift' as some people call it, to lift it in thin air and walk down stairs with the floating bags behind me and in the car. Two hours in the car with my brother, NOOOOO... but I'll live, hopefully.

2 hours later

"Christian stop it before I punch that face of yours and you will look a hell lot uglier than you already are" i yelled at that twit my parents call my brother, which I think he was adopted, sadly. "We're hear, thank god," I said jumping out of the car and falling flat on my stomach kissing the ground "thank you god, thank you," I repeated

"I can not be related to that" said Christian. See we both agree that we're not related " Christian, Kiz its time that you know the truth..." said dad "your related!" great all our dreams were crushed "well Christian we both agree on one thing," I said looking at him "our parents are on drugs" and with that we all started grabbing our stuff and unpacking in our rooms. New house, new home, new place. Well maybe I'll make friends before I smash anyone.

Hope you liked it

sorry it was short but I'm new to it soo...

love you all

FreakforLife