• A month ago my cousin, Linn, my mom, and I moved to California. I bet some people would actually be happy to move to CA- the big state- but I was devastated! I was SO attached to my hometown; Mayberry, Tennessee. I had been there since I was born, and I knew everyone there. It was a small town where only a few people there didn't own a farm... including us. We used to own the one my grandpa gave to us before he died, but Mom had to sell it so that we could be able to stay in Mayberry. It didn't work. Three days had passed after selling the farm and then we were in our new apartment. Well, it wasn't exactly an apartment. I just called it that because it was as small as one. Anyways, we were unpacking boxes when Mom's phone rang. She frowned and said," I wonder who that could be." She picked up the phone and after a moment her eyes grew wide and she started stuttering things that Linn and I couldn't understand. After a while of talking like she was an idiot, She closed the phone. Then she started repacking all the packages we had been working so hard on! Linn was about to scream at her when I asked gently," What are you doing Mom? Linn and I are trying to unpack those." Then she turned around, grabbed my shoulders and screamed like an eight-year-old girl. "We're going to California!" My mouth was a big O. "What?!" I shrieked. " I got the job!" She said, and continued repacking the boxes. I felt like my whole world was crashing around me. California? I was moving to California? I couldn't move to California! I love it here! I couldn't possibly go somewhere else!


    That's what I used to think.