Moving
I amo packing brown heavy boxes into this big white truck that will take them to my new house. My dad starts up the moving truck on the black hot driveway, about to go as my mom tells us to get in the car. As we drive I can't stop thinking about how my new school is going to be. What the kids will be like? What the teachers will be like? The food. Will it be easier or harder? How much homework do they give out? Then I start thinking how the nieborhood will be like. Is there going to be just old people, Or kids? Or what if there is no one? What if the kids are mean? What if they are all in preschool or high school?
Then we arrive at our new house. It looked a dull blue and dark brown shutters with a black roof. My old house looked
I amo packing brown heavy boxes into this big white truck that will take them to my new house. My dad starts up the moving truck on the black hot driveway, about to go as my mom tells us to get in the car. As we drive I can't stop thinking about how my new school is going to be. What the kids will be like? What the teachers will be like? The food. Will it be easier or harder? How much homework do they give out? Then I start thinking how the nieborhood will be like. Is there going to be just old people, Or kids? Or what if there is no one? What if the kids are mean? What if they are all in preschool or high school?
Then we arrive at our new house. It looked a dull blue and dark brown shutters with a black roof. My old house looked