People say they know things about you: your favorite color, where you were born, and your favorite animal. But no one knew me. No one knew that my favorite color was grey or that I was born in German, or even that my favorite animal is a gecko. You see my family moves around a LOT due to my mom's military job.
I've never been in a house or town for over a year.
When I always get to the new house my dad always says "Maybe this is the time you meet some people" or " we'll start painting your room next month", but it never happens.
I've never really thought about making friends, I mean I thought about it. but from my perspective, there is no point I'm just going to be there for a month or two then I'm gone. I just want to be known as the "Girl that doesn't talk" or "New kid every week".
Why do my parents do this to me, why did she have to do this to me, I think to myself.
You must be wondering who she is. She is Linsey. Linsey was the only person who actually noticed me and tried to talk to me. She was tall with gorgeous black hair and a slight tan on her skin. She had these eyes that when you looked at them she knew something was wrong or you were in pain. Her face looked like she was always about to bitch slap you, but when she smiled her features became soft and kind. She's my best friend. Well, she was my best friend.
I don't feel like talking about her right now if anything I'll says something in the future but this is not the time.
"You have arrived at your destination," said my dad's phone. The new house is a grey building with red shudders and a beautiful lawn. I open the door and walk in. The house is so spacious much bigger than the last two.
"Anya Marie Sladas," my mother screams at me from outside. "Help unload this car", she says. I walk outside to the car and grab my bags.
My dad hands me a box of things labeled Anya. I take them from him then he says "upstairs down the hall room on the left".
I walk through the house and walk up the stairs. Down the hall and turn to my left. I open the door and see a spacious but cozy room with grey walls and a grey-white carpet.
I put the box and bags down. That's when I go to the middle of the room and sit. Next thing I know I'm laying down on the carpet making fake snow angels. The carpet is soft and nice. Not hard and sandpapery. Just soft like a cloud. It's so soft I could just close my eyes and sleep a long sleep that will never wake me up.
I wonder how long we will stay here in Georgia. I think to myself. I then am closing my heavy eyelids and next thing you know I'm out like a light.
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