Eve of our departure
This morning was a not so bright morning for me, why? I was moving away from my house, my town, my school, everything. Yes even though I had no friends yet it was painful to live everything I worked so hard getting used to. Sigh
"Emily come downstairs breakfast is ready and hurry up before your brothers eat your food" mom shouted.
"Coming mom" I said looking at my mirror one last time. I quickly hurried down the stairs almost tripping on the way. "Finally the queen of England as decided to grace us with her presence, shall I serve you tea? Ethan said with sarcasm.
"Stop that Ethan" my mom said while tossing him some pancakes. Ethan is my immediate elder brother he is sixteen, my oldest brother is Edward and he just turned eighteen and my youngest brother Eric is 12.
" Good morning mom, dad" I said looking at my seat making sure Eric didn't put an egg this time.
"Goodmorning hon" dad said. "So are you ready for this, you know the moving because I know you didn't like this idea". "Well it can't be helped can it " I said really meaning it afterall what could I do I had to be considerate of the everybody.
"Oh sweetie" my mom started "we just want the best for you, for us okay" she finished patting my back.
"Wait why are you asking her all those questions, you should be asking me I'm the king of the school, I've got a reputation to hold". Edward said. "Oh really what about me I've got the whole 11th grade patio in my name and you say you've got a reputation to hold?. Ethan said. "Excuse me you guys are forgetting about the prank king here, me the most important person in school" Eric said.
"Important indeed? Edward said and the arguing continued. Yeah this is going to be a long breakfast.
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It was agonizingly painful arranging my clothes, Ahh why can't we just move next tomorrow I'm tired. I wish I had some kind of friend I could call to pass the time. Oh i remember I do have one . I sauntered over to my bed and brought out my diary from under it. "Sorry I forgot about you dear diary.
"Lame, only freaks consider their diary their friend and only weirdos keep a diary so technically you are a freak and a weirdo". Eric said from under my window.
"What are you doing there, were you eavesdropping" I said loudly.
"Na just checking on my poison Ivy plant when I got a glimpse of your sad sad life, Ahh me and ivy we went through a lot together" he said. I gasped
"You planted that under my window, you are sick.
"kids come down now" mom shouted from downstairs
"oh oh, well race you there " Eric said as he ran away. After about two minutes we were all there
"Kids I have news you might actually not like". She said.
"What" we all said
"Well it turns out we are moving today" she said