Elena Sanchez is my name, I'm 17 years old, I have blackish – brownish wavy hair that goes to my shoulders with bright emerald green eyes that compliment my face.

5'4 is not that tall but its average, I got it from my mum and I have light brown skin from my dad's side of the family.

I have dimples that I feel so self-conscious about because they look like I have two dug out holes in my face. I'm a lil chubby in my opinion even though everyone else thinks I'm a twig and I have glasses but I don't wear them because it looks like it makes me look stupid and goofy looking. (though occasionally I wear them when I read)

I have an Italian and British bloodline from both sides of my families, I have only one best friend who I deeply trust and I've known for practically my whole life. Her name is Rose Hernandez.

So you know Rose's full name, she is my age. 17. She has dark chocolate hair that goes all the down near her butt. It's hard to look after but it doesn't bother her at all.

She was adopted from birth, she had a twin brother but her parents could only have enough money to support and care one child so they gave Rose up. She has an Irish background so you know she would have the accent.

I'm not entirely happy about moving to London, I'll be leaving my best friend Rose behind and without her I'm like nothing. We do everything together, ever since my mother died she was always there for me. Mainly the reason of my father and I leaving Canterbury is because of his BIG promotion he earned last month.

I finished packing the last of my belongings last night. The last thing I packed into that small moving box was a picture of Rose and I in our pink fairy dresses when we were around 5 holding whisks after making cookies with her foster mum Julie.

I looked up turning around scoping the room for anything else that I hope to not leave behind in this house of memoirs. I couldn't see anything, just a blank, plain room with a wooden floor.

I sighed walking down the corridor, down the stairs and outside to the car where my dad was packing our things in the trunk. I walked beside him, slid my box into the left over space in the car and looked at him hoping not to breakdown in tears. I said softly "Dad I don't want to leave, what about Rose?...what about mum?, she was raised in this house, she brought me up in this home…just because she is gone doesn't mean this old house doesn't mean anything to her or our family".

Soon letting a tear shed from my eye as I felt my dad wrap his arms around me, I heard him take a deep breath and he said in a calm tone "Lenny, I know this may seem difficult, leaving Rose behind and this house…I know your mother and you were brought up here…I don't want to leave either, leaving the first house your mother and I bought hurts me but we have to move, my boss is depending on me with this new job I have received and I can't let him down".

He let his arms slip away from me as he walked away to the driver's side continuing "And I don't want to hear anything else Lenny, I know it's hard but you'll make new friends…maybe if Rose's parents let her she can stay for a bit when we have settled in" and he slid into the car slamming the door shut.

I wiped my tears away from my eyes, it hurts me that were leaving all of THIS behind. This is my home, its apart of me. And my father talks about it like it's nothing, does he know it's about of mum as well?...of course he does all he is doing is just thinking of himself and his job.

I sighed walking into the house, grabbing the house keys from the old kitchen bench where I used to read with mum. I still have flashbacks of her and I having those great times we had together before she was diagnosed with leukemia. I fiddled with the keys starting to walk out of the house, I grabbed the doorknob and pulled it. But before I shut the door, I let go of the knob, pressed my three fingers to my lips kissing them softly and pressed them on the front door frame.

I smiled a little, remembering the best memories of my life here. I held the knob again and closed the front door. I locked the door and turned looking at my dad with no emotion. I got tired of looking at him so I looked down and started walking to the car.

"Lenny!" I heard Rose cry out to me from down the street, I turn around and see her running up the hill along the footpath. I looked at my dad who was fiddling with his cell phone, he gave me a head nod signaling me, so I took off down the street towards Rose and threw my arms around her hugging her tightly. I felt her grip tight around me and I said almost in tears "I'll call every night I promise you that".

I could hear her soft cries, "You better promise, I'm going to miss you so much…your like my sister and you know that from the heart". I swallowed a hard lump in my throat and let go of her, I looked at her face and you could tell she was on the verge of having a meltdown.

"I know Rose, I don't want to leave you either…you're always going to be my sister, we've been like that since we were 2…my father said if your parents say if it's alright you can stay for a little bit when we have settled in at our new house".

Her eyes light up and she said a little excited "well that's better than not seeing you at all…I guess". I heard my father honk the horn, I turned around and he tapped his watch on his left wrist. I rolled my eyes and looked at Rose, I could feel my tears well up in my eyes and I said with my lip quivering "Bye Rosey".

I took a deep breathe, she started to cry harder and then we both threw our arms around each other and hugged for about a minute. My father honked again, so I let go of her and ran to the car, sliding into the passenger seat.

I look up through the wind screen and see Rose crying, she waves and turns around slowly walking back down the hill to her house. My dad starts the car's engine up and starts driving off, I quickly turn around twisting the top half of my body facing the other direction and watch as our house slowly disappears from my sight.

I turned back around, facing the front, I slid my headphones in my ears and started listening to mine and my mum's favorite song "Will You Be There by Michael Jackson". We would be singing it every day and every night, she would deliberately play it on the CD player just to bring the mood up in the room if any of us were down. And that's one of the things I missed about her.

I looked at my dad and asked curiously "How long will this drive take?", he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and said focusing on the road "About an hour and a half love…it's not that much of a drive, so sit back and relax".

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the passenger seat and closed my eyes. I heard my father say "We have to stop at the real estate…too drop off the house keys first then we will be on our way to our new house".

He smiled and then took a left down the street to the real estate agency. He put the car in park, grabbed the keys from my grip and ran into the real estate. Ten minutes later he finally runs back out but with a women after him, I swear it made me mad.

Is he seriously thinking of replacing mum?, believe me he better not be because he would know how pissed off I would be. He was smiling when he jumped back into the driver's seat again, I glared at the women as dad backed out of the parking lot.

She looked at me, rolled her eyes and walked back into the office again. I looked at dad for about three seconds in disbelief and looked away out the passenger side window, I closed my eyes and just let my dad and our car take me away from my home.