I woke up from shouting noises down the stairs. It was my parents. Apparently I am suppose to move house and city however this is the only city i have ever been in, my only friends I've had, my only home I have lived in. I'm expected to be happy moving away to London from Birmingham. But I'm not happy, at all.

In an hour or two it was time to leave the house, the neighbour hood, my memories. I stared outside the car's window, quiet. Mum looked at me wanting to cheer me up. "Sweety please, I know your not happy but we can new memories, new friends, trust me!", Mum told me, wisely."I don't want any new friends or memories, I want to go back home!"                                         "We can't, we are nearly there, when you get some sleep you will change your mind." I don't think I could ever sleep in my life while, moving...