Beep! Beep! Beep! I rolled over and slammed my alarm clock until it shut up. The one thing I hated about my summer babysitting job was getting up early. I pulled on a clean pair of clothes and brushed my teeth, still half-asleep, and clomped down the stairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across the table from my mom, who had her hair tied back in a jaw clip and her glasses on. She was reading the paper and drinking a glass of orange juice.
"Morning," she greeted me cheerily.
"Mmph," I answered, chewing my cereal.
"We just bought the new house this morning, you want to see?"
"Absolutely not," I sighed, suddenly losing my appetite. Mom sighed as I pushed away from the table.
"Honey, I know you don't like the idea of moving right now, but I promise, sometime you're thank us for this." She told me as I opened the back door.
"Yeah, right." I said, slamming the door behind me.
When I got home from babysitting, that afternoon, I headed upstairs to my bedroom to read for a bit. Last week, I would've been calling up Annie, but her school started two weeks before mine, and so that's where she would be.
When I got to my room, all my posters had been taken down, and every last item had been packed into one of the big cardboard boxed scattered throughout my room. I scream and began throwing my stuff out of the boxes. There was no way I was going to let them box me up just like my stuff.