all normal until now....'' fu*k this! nothing good ever happens anyway'' i wrote in my diary. '' no one cares anymore. im living in an absolute hel*. '' i wasnt finished. but i thought i shouldnt say. anywya. today was the day we sold our house. i loved being in that house but my mom said since my dad got another job, we had to move. yea i had no friends, but i had memories. i even carved my name in the bathroom wall. i had a hidden money hole in my wall where i put money, i didnt want to leave. that place wasnt a house, it was home. i was born in that house. (literally) i grew up there. had good and bad memories, it was my home. i coulnd just leave it. i didnt know what to do. i sat on my bed and moved over all the boxes and pulled out my phone. 3 new messages. hmm... let me check.
ugh emily ( if thats ur name just change the name) '' hey bit*ch i heard u were moving. good nobody wants ur ugly as* over here anyway'' she wote. gosh she is so mean.'' ooh! anther one i thought sarcasticaly. '' hey u gonna answer me ugly! ha! i done care if u do. see ya ho*.'' i threw my phone at the wall and cried. my mom came in the room and yelled '' honey! are u ok?'' i answered '' yea. just sad that we are moving'' i said with tears in my eyes. '' oh honey, it will be fine. here giveme hug'' she said. i hugged her. ''thx mom'' i whisperered. '' come on down honey. the moving truck is here. i picked up my boxes and put my phone in my pocket. i loaded my stuff in the truck and we headed off.