At first I didnt want to move. Although I didnt have many friends here I did have a small crush on this girl at my school, Jennie Smith. Boy was she pretty but she didnt notice me much. But a part of me told me not to fight my father for wanting to move. Something just seemed so right about it. After all, it was for the best of the family. The small old farm house we were moving into was alot cheaper rent than the house we currently lived in. And I was getting annoyed with the crime in the city. Almost every night i was kept awake at night by police syrons and gun shots in the distance. The town was filled with drugs. Two days before the day of the move I was laying in my bed. I drifted asleep and had a quick dream. In my I was an angel. But I was in hell. There were demons laughing at me for being alone. They chased me with spikes and spears. I thought I was going to be miserable forever. But then out of a beam of light three other angels appeared and carried me off to heaven.
I was awaken however by a loud know at my door. It was my mother. Are you ok sweetie? she asked in her quiet house wife voice. You hav'nt made a peep in hours. I came back to reality and answered back. Yeah mom..im just a little nervous about moving. I sayed in a timid voice. Well its ok honey, I bet once we are out there and moved in, you will meet some friends and be alot happier than you are here. I thought about the dream I had. It comforted me. Ok mom, I said. Well ok sweetie, You better get some sleep. We have to start packing tommarow. And you have alot of stuff, she said in a mocking voice. I looked around at all my video games and other "nerdy" things I had in my room. But before I could answer my mother was back to cleaning. As I continued to think about the dream I had, I drifted back into a peacefull sleep.
