Taking in a deep breath, I opened my eyes. I heard mother curse silently after seeing our new house. What? She can curse but I can't?

Dad laughed, "Is it great or not?"

Mom basically squealed, "YES!!!"

Dad looked at me for any sign of approval. I took one another look at my new house. It was a blue two story house. The roof was a chocolate brown, there was two chimneys on either side of it. I noticed there was about three or four windows on each side of the house. The lawn was freshly cut, a huge healthy looking tree planted right near the garage. Stone peddles lead you to the front white door. It was certainly different from my old house.

Turning my attention back to Dad, "I like it."

His face exploded with relief, and he dragged both Mom and I to the front door. He swiftly took out the brand new front door key out of his pocket. Mom's nails were digging into his right arm, however, he didn't seem to notice.

"Everyone ready?"

I rolled my eyes slightly and smiled. My parents usually get excited over something like this. What else should I have expected? Dad turned the key in the lock and slowly pushed open the door. The door made an erupt stop after making contact with the white wall next to it. Mom wailed and ran in. For in front of us, was a LONG stair way case, leading upstairs. It reminded me the ones in the movies. I walked in silently closing the door behind me as my father and mother admired their new living space.

I took in my surroundings as well, the living room was spacey, our chairs and couches were neatly in place. I smiled warmly, even though it's a new house, our old stuff went with us. That's a great comfort. I adventured into the kitchen, it had a table in the middle with high chairs. I guess this is where we will be eating from now on? What caught my attention was most was the electric stove. OH! Mom is just going to LOVE that.

As if on que, mom burst into the kitchen, ran past me and started touching the stove carefully. As if praising it.

"Sadie! Look at the stove! It's so nice!"

I replied, "Yeah, pretty good."

Dad appeared next to me, ruffling my hair, "Why don't you check out the upstairs kiddo?"

FINALLY! I'm been secretly wanting to run up the stairs and explore the place where I will be sleeping at. I nodded slightly and took off to the steps. I basically hopped the whole way up. Down below, I heard Mom's shouts of 'slow down before you hurt yourself'. Who even listens to that old parent command anyway?

My shoes met the fluffy white carpet once I reached the top. That's going to be murder to clean a spill from.... I shouted down to Dad,

"Can I pick my room?"

His response was, "Go ahead!"

He was too busy trying to contain Mom. She was almost in tears. I guess she wanted this to happen for a long time. Kinda like on those tv shows where the mother finally got the dream house she wanted. What cheesy entertainment tv is putting on these days....

I stopped in front of three doors, it slightly reminded me of the game where you pick a door, then you're prize will come out. I cringed, it also reminds me of one of Edgar Allen Poe's stories, where a person would be put on trail if they committed a crime. Here's the strange part, the king wouldn't decide, but the person themselves. Two doors to choose from, one containing a hungry lion, the other the most beautiful woman in the village. If they were to choose the door with the woman, he would be found innocent and have to marry the woman...no matter if he had a family or not. If that unlucky person picked the door with the hungry lion...then they were found guilty...and dead.

Enough of my endless rambling. I advanced over to the door on the far left, I secretly imagined a lion pouncing me the second the door was open. However, no human eating creature popped out when the door was fully open. Instead my eyes met with a very empty room, with tan carpeting. No more hiding stuff under the floor boards I guess! I walked in further, the walls were already painted. A navy blue. I wonder who lived in here before. I started to come up with ideas on what kind of person lived in here, when suddenly, Dad came in, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I see you picked your room!"

I smiled, "Yeah..." I proceeded look around, I wonder where my stuff is...

Dad noticed my questioning look and answered it, "Well...you're stuff is in the other room.... I'd thought you pick that one."

I chuckled, "Well then I guess I'll have to take a look? Hm?"

Brushing past my father, I opened the door to the far right, secretly hoping I won't have to marry a woman. What I saw pleased me. The walls were painted a lime green color, all my stuff was placed neatly on the tan carpet floor. I whipped around and stared at dad,

"Did you plan this?"

Dad smiled and replied, "Not purposely, the family who had this house before us had a teenage daughter too. Seems like you like her old room yes?"

I restored, "Yes, indeed. I like my NEW room."

We both heard Mom's frantic voice from downstairs, "THERE'S A FIRE PLACE IN THE KITCHEN!!!!"

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Later that night, after Mom calmed down, we simply ordered a pizza. Who makes a whole meal the first night they're in the new house? The whole dinner consisted of Mom talking about the new school I'll be going to. Shortly after that, Dad brought up the promotion. While they were talking, I interrupted them,

"Mom? Dad? When can we pick up Bruno from the vet?"

Dad answered, "The vet says he's making a speedy recovery, so probably by tomorrow."

Why is my boxer dog Bruno at the vet? Well, someone left chocolate out on the table, and Bruno cleverly got to it. He had quite a lot so they had to pump his stomach... if they didn't, he would have died. I smiled, taking another bite of my pizza. I don't care what Mom says, Bruno is totally sleeping on my bed at night. Something that she never let me do back at the old house. Hey, new house, new things!

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Mom whispered before closing my door, "Sleep good, Sadie. You want to be awake for school tomorrow."

Once the door was closed, I jumped out of my bed, flown my closet doors open and trudged through my shoes and bags, there at the bottom of the pile, was THE notebook. I need to find a better hiding place. I closed the doors and hopped on my bed, flipping through the pages. I usually look through all my pages I have completed. I whipped out a pen and started to write. My hands flew across the page, I finally reached the bottom of the page and was about to go to the back, until I glanced at the clock. 11:30?!

I lost track of time. I quickly threw the notebook into the closet, and jumped under the covers. I reached up and turned off my tall colored lamp. Good night old life....

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Beep! Beep! Was the first thing I heard when I woke up. Even in a different location and room, that alarm clock has kept the same level of annoyance. I slammed my hand on the clock, silencing it. I got up, not bothering to lift the covers that had carelessly fallen to the floor. I yawned and managed to get all the crusties out of my eyes, without actually poking them by accident. I journeyed out of my room, and into the bathroom, where a warm shower would wake me up completely.

After the shower, I quickly ran into my room with a towel covering my naked body. I hate feeling so exposed. Even in my...own house. It still feels kinda weird to call this house...MY house. It take time you know, the house and I have to develop a relationship before I say anything. I grabbed a blue and green button up flannel shirt, white under shirt and black jeans from my closet. I quickly threw them on, and looked at myself in the mirror.

Mom shouted from downstairs, "Are you awake yet?"

I shouted back in return, "Yeah! I'm just doing my hair!"

Grabbing my hair dryer, I went back into the bathroom, plugging it in. I quickly ran my fingers through my semi dry hair, waving my hair dryer quickly from side to side. Once it was dry enough, I gathered my stuff and put it back in my room. I was about to grab my old head band when I suddenly stopped. Why not...just put it in short pig tails today? It's a new life...why not change the hair do? Maybe for a few days.. With that, I grabbed two black hair ties and hastily put my hair in pigtails.

"SADIE THE BUS IS ALMOST HERE!!"

With that said, I flung my backpack over my shoulder and out the door. I hopped down the stairs, because one of my shoe laces wasn't tied. I was about to go out the door, when Mom shoved a poptart in my mouth.

She simply said, "Eat. And have a good first day."

I nodded and looked at her, mouth full of poptart. I opened the door and waved good bye once I was outside. I slammed the door and basically tripped my way to the empty bus stop. Either I'm late or REALLY early. I took the time to eat my poptart normally and tied my shoe lace.

Suddenly, the yellow bus came around the corner, as it came to a stop in front of me, I sighed and muttered to myself, "Here goes nothing."

A/N: Yes no? Maybe so?