Chapter 1
Ugh...! "Punch buggy!" "Oww!" "What the crap!" I scream at my little brother. "Punch Buggy?" he starts. "It's pretty self explainitory. You see a buggy you punch the other people in the car. Duh!". Buggys are what my brother call cars. "I don't care what its called! PUNCH MY ARM ONE MORE TIME AND I'L-" "STOP IT YOU TO" said my mom as she grabed her head grabing her hair. "I am sorry for yelling but you to have been going at it for hours" she groans as she does her famous temple rub.
We are always giving our mon headaches with our arguments. But what does she expect where forced to share a room. A 16 year old girl and a 9 year old boy sharing a room and living in perfect harmony? I don't think so. What does a 16 year old girl and 9 year old have in common. I am 16 years old! I need my own space, a safe space.
Where I can talk to my friends about getting jobs this summer, going to pep rallies, and what colleges we want to go to together. Or what we would talk about if we were still staying in Britian, but now... were moving to New York. Because my dad got a job at this some company that works on helping the environment. I understand that my dad needs the work but I have to leave my friends behind and satrtva new life somewhere I know nothing about or3 anyone. Well... other than Braddy. Braddy is this guy I met online. Were only friends but he has been there for me during hard times. My life wasnt as glamorous as it has always been.
