Today I’m moving to a different house. I’m scared and I’m also excited. I’m so excited, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Emily Sims. I’m eleven years old. I’m turning twelve in January. Today, I’m moving to San Francisco from Hollywood.
“We’re almost there. . . . Wow! Look at our new house,” I say to my brother, Emmitt.
“And look! A door on the top level, but outside,” my little brother says, confused.
“I’ve always wanted a room like that. I call that room,” I say.
“No, I want that room,” Emmitt says. …show more content…
“It’s just kind of a girlie room,” Mom say, trying to cheer Emmitt up.
I can’t wait to see what it looks like inside!
When we park the car, I jump out of the car with excitement. As we walk down the lane way, I see the prettiest stones I have ever seen in my life. We go inside and I think, It looks bigger inside than outside.
I go upstairs to see my new room. It is beautiful. I go back downstairs like a kangaroo. My mom helps me with my suitcase. “Thanks, Mom!” I say as I run upstairs like a cheetah in the hurry.
I unpack my stuff and look outside. I think to myself, Oh, tomorrow is going to be the best day ever. I go to bed questioning myself about how they made a house like this one.
The next morning, I wake up and I get dressed. I eat my breakfast as fast as I can. I pack my bag and I walk to the lane way. It is time for school. On the bus, Emmitt makes a friend right