New House, New Life!

"We are here . . . " said my mother in her singsong voice.

I just rolled my eyes and turned toward the car window. Tennessee seemed so far away, but in reality it was only a 6-hour plane ride. It is so much more different in Florida than Tennessee. It's warmer, more people, no open spaces or rolling plains, but the worst part about Florida is the people. They all look shallow, selfish, and they all have perfect tans. Basically, they are the goody goodies of the U.S.

"Mom, why did we even move here? I mean common. I don't have any friends here, I have no clue what Florida is even like, and face it mom, we look like hillbillies!" I said. Being perfectly frank.

"Oh Karen, you don't look like a hillbilly. You just have your own unique style, that’s all," my mother replied, obviously trying to make me feel better.

"Stop trying to make me feel better. It's not working," I moaned. Actually I was half crying half screaming in my head. Man I wish I was still in Tennessee. Back there I had a horse, tons of acreage, and FRIENDS! I guess my parents don’t understand that though, because they made me move anyway. I tried to compromise by saying I would stay at one of my BFF’S house, Lilly, but they said no. So here I am, stuck in this dumb old city in this dumb old state. I am so bored I could throw up. That’s just a figure of speech though, I hate throwing up.