I opened my eyes slowly, only to be scared out of my wits. There standing in front of me, was my mother. Looking quite annoyed might I add.

She tapped her foot and stated more than asked, "Why haven't you been answering when I called you?"

I quickly ripped my ipod earphones off and simply replied, "Well.... I was sleeping and had my ipod on."

Mom pulled me up and started to shove all my things on the bed, into boxes.

I protested, "Wait? What are you doing?"

Mom spun around, snapping, "The moving truck is going to be here in five minutes!"

"CRAP!"

"Watch your language young lady!"

I quickly muttered as I picked up some of my boxes, "Sorry mom."

I dashed out of my old room, flying down the stairs, ripped open the front door to reveal my father talking to the moving men. Dad noticed me and excused himself from the others.

He said surprised, "You're up! Your mother has been trying to get you downstairs for hours!"

I chuckled nervously, maybe staying up all night wasn't such a good idea, "Yeah..."

Dad looked down at me. A skeptical look, "Did you go to bed early as I said?"

The moving men waved a hello at me, as they took the boxes out of my hands and into the moving truck. I looked anywhere but my father. He can always tell I'm lying when I looks into my eyes. It's quite annoying really.

"Sadie.."

I waved my arms in the air, knowing defeat, "Alright! I did. But can you blame me? I'm going to miss my old life!"

Dad placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "I KNOW you will be fine, Sadie. This is for the better."

Yet again, another 'for the better' and pep talk. It's all the promotion's fault. I nodded slightly at him, basically telling him I understand and you can do attend business now. Dad awkwardly ruffled my hair and turned his attention to the moving men.

"NO!!!! DON'T HOLD THE BOX THAT WAY!!! THERE'S A VASE IN THERE!!!"

A moving man walked out, completely ignoring my mother's cries of protest, and how she was basically running after him. I walked back into my almost empty house. Where things used to be, I could see the outline of. My mom never really bothered with dust. I seriously think I'm allergic to dust, because I am always sneezing and rubbing my eyes when I'm near it. It's in a page of my notebook, titled: Health.

I glanced back outside, mom was business trying to control the moving men, dad was over near the boss, paying him for his duties. I slowly creeped upstairs and slid into my old room. Everything was gone. This room is no longer mine. The usual scent that I would smell once I walked into the door was gone, it was replaced with dust, sweat and that new shoes smell.

I heard dad's voice from outside, "Sadie! We're leaving!!"

I sighed. Pulling out my notebook, I quickly started another new page, titled: Sadness. I'll finish it later. I silently closed the door of my old room and cautiously came down the stairs. I never really felt this feeling before. Leaving something that I've had all my life. It feels like I'm just dropping off a cute little puppy in an alley and walk away, not even bothering to look back.

Mother honked the car thorn to snap me out of my thoughts. I regained my composure and ran out, slamming the door behind me. I sat in the back seat, dad pulled out of the drive way. Mom was chatting away about the house. Dad was pretending to listen. I didn't dare look out the window to take another look at my old house. If I did, then I'd totally jump out of the car and refuse to leave.

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We followed the moving truck for what seemed like hours.

I complained, "Are we there yet?" Yes, I am aware I used one of the most annoying lines for a kid to say on a long trip. But it had to be said.

Dad answered, "Just a little bit longer.."

I noticed mom fell asleep. I laughed silently, will I be the one to wake her up?

Suddenly the moving truck ahead of us stopped, making Dad almost crash into it. Well, that wouldn't have been good.

Mom woke up from the sudden stop, "Are we there?"

I smiled, "I believe so."

Dad unbuckled and quickly got out of the car, he jogged over to the side of the moving truck. He chatted quickly to mover who was driving the truck. He smiled and shook the man's hand and ran back into the car.

"Ladies, let's go."

I quickly ripped the seat belt off me and jumped out of the car. The moving truck was blocking the view of our new house. I advanced over to dad as he watched the movers unload the truck.

I asked, "Dad? Can we see the house?"

Dad simply looked at me before smiling, "Not until the movers are done. I want you to see the house when it is completely finished."

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the car. This can take forever. At this time, I finally took in my surroundings. We were in a different neighborhood, I noticed the grass was a lot healthier, trees were planted everywhere. The houses varied, some were big, some were small. I heard my mom mutter about how crappy the small ones looked. I don't mind small houses. I actually like them better than the huge ones. You can feel more at peace and cozy in a small house. Overall, more connected.

"Hi!"

I almost jumped out of my skins twice today, there in front of me was a girl with chocolate colored hair, that was little passed her shoulders. She had a smile on her face, which I oddly found welcoming.

I hesitantly said, "Hello..?"

The girl introduced herself, "I'm Jennifer Mosely, but you can call me Moze if you like. I saw movers coming in and decided to introduce myself!"

I laughed, pushing myself from Dad's car, "I'm Sadie McGee. I like your...nickname?"

She chuckled herself, "Yeah... everyone calls me that, mostly my two best friends."

I sighed, "Friends... say, how hard is it to make friends around here?"

Moze replied, "Not hard at all! You just made one now, once you meet Ned and Cookie you'll have three so far."

I was flattered, this girl is friendly, "Wow... I expected it to be a lot harder..."

She shrugged, "Well at Polk...--wait, you are going to Polk right?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

Moze smacked my shoulder jokingly, "You'll fit in just fine. Only warning is, stay clear of the bullies!"

Ow. Man, she has strength. I smiled slightly, so far, I made an alliance with a strong girl... that works very nicely... Bullies? Wasn't many bullies where I went to. My only theory for that is to hide in a trash can until they're gone..

Out of the blue, Mom appeared at my side.

"Sadie..--whose this?"

She was staring at Moze with interest.

I replied awkwardly, "Uh... This is Jennifer Mosely...my friend."

Mom piped, "You made a new friend already!"

She then proceeded to reach over and shake Moze's hand, "Hello Jennifer, I'm Sadie's mother."

Moze smiled politely and replied, "Hello."

She is going to run away for sure now. My mother sometimes comes out kinda strong. Mom was still shaking Moze's hand.

I cut in, "Uh..Mom. I think Dad needs you."

Mom glanced at me, letting go of Moze's hand. Suddenly her face lit up with realization.

"That's right! I need to help his instruct the movers!"

With that, she was gone. More like boss around. I turned my attention to Moze.

"Yeah, that's my mom."

Moze laughed, "Pretty excited I'm guessing?"

I slightly nodded, "You really have no idea."

An awkward silence filled between us. I really hate those. Apparently when there is an awkward silence, a gay baby is born. I find that untrue. Did you know silence doesn't even exist? There's noises everywhere, all the time. Our ears just can't hear all of them.

Moze broke the 'silence', "So, I'll see you at school tomorrow? You can hang with Ned, Cookie and I."

I smiled again, "Yeah, thanks that would be great."

Moze uttered her goodbye and left. Well, at least I'll be able to talk and hang with someone my first day at my new school.

Dad shouted, "It's ready!"

Here we go.

A/N: What do you think?