Chapter 1
Ugh, we are moving again. This time my parents decided to move to a small country in Alabama. We’ve been in the car for 12 hours and I need to move. “Mom” I Said. “how much longer?” “Just four more hours sweetheart” she said. I seriously need to stretch my legs, they are killing me. “Mom can we make a stop so I can stretch my legs?” I said. “ sweetheart, just wait, we are almost there” mom said. “We will soon get there don’t worry” Elizabeth said(aka Liz). “I just need to get out for 2 minutes” I said. “HAZEL” mom yelled. “ I said no, we already made a lot of pit stops and we need to get there before midnight” she said. At this point there was no use arguing and I kept my mouth shut.
Four hours passed and we haven’t reached the house. “ Mom are we lost?” lily asked. “No, sweetheart” Mom said. Finally we stopped in front of a big beautiful house. It had a beautiful walkway that leads to the door with flowers on each side. The door was gold with two handles to open the door and there were designs embroidered on it. “This is it” mom said. “WOW, it’s beautiful” breathed Jane. We all got out of the car. Since I am the last in the back, I had to wait for everyone to get out. As I got out, I fell to the floor. “ HAZEL! Are you alright?” Liz asked as she picked me up. “Yes, I am fine” I said. I have this sickness in my body that requires me to take medication so it can make my blood
level/sugar appropriate. I’ve had the sickness since 10 and now I am 17.
We took all our suitcases inside and other things. The living room was enormous. It had a bar on the left while the dining room was in a different area. The living room also had a big standing tv. There was a faded table in the middle. I’ve got to change that. The couches were also faded except for two of them which were red. We’ll keep those two, the rest are out. Our house needs to look sophisticated and homey. I went to the kitchen and the kitchen was perfect. I love to cook, bake and make or sew clothes. I also like to try new things while cooking or baking. The kitchen is beautiful. The countertop is black, glassy and shiny but dusty. I will clean that up. There are white cupboards and cabinets in front of the countertop. There is a big brown table in the middle of the kitchen and the top is black marble. It has a few cupboards. The oven is also beautiful. It is white with a black transparent front. There is a small cabinet at the bottom were oven trays can be put in it. The kitchen has a large window on the west side of the kitchen. The burner is on top of the oven, obviously. I went upstairs to check out the rooms. The first room was big with a window on the north side and a big bed on the east side. It also has a brown wardrobe that can open one way. Lily came rushing up stairs. “ I choose this room” she said. I shrugged. “Okay” i said. She went into the room, dropped her suitcase and jumped on the bed. I shook my head, little sisters. I moved to the next room. This room was also big. The walls were painted yellow and the bed was big. I didn’t check further to know this isn’t going to be my room. I went to the far side of the hall, and opened a door. The doors were painted light purple, the room was big and there was a big bookshelf with the top shelf filled with books. The bed was a queen sized bed with a blue pillow. It has four poles with two curtains that were blue and the wardrobe was purple and it was huge. Oh, this was so going to be my room. I went inside and felt the plush carpet which was red. I entered into a small place with a door and found out it was a washroom with no bathtub or shower. It was medium sized and it has a sink with a toothbrush holder. I opened the tap and found out it was running. OMG, I love this place. I went to check the wardroom which has two doors and found six bean bags stacked upon each other. I took them out and found one ripped. I put that aside. There were two bean bags that were blue including the one that was ripped, one yellow, another purple, one green and a red one. I am so glad to have picked this room. I checked the wardrobe to find any hidden treasures and found three picture frames shoved in the corner. I pulled them out and they looked beautiful. One was green, the other red and the last purple. I also found a chest that was the colour gold with
drawings on them. I opened it and found a note there: “Hello, my name is Phoebe. I just moved from Alabama to New York. I love cooking and making my own recipes. I hope you enjoy this room. I know I loved it. This is a small gift for you. I want you to keep it and everything else you found. They are jewelleries from my grandma and i hope you enjoy them. Love phoebe, thank you.” OMG, she even left her email for me and the jewelleries were beautiful. I can’t wait to start using them . This girl sounds like a nice girl and she is also living in the place I just left, New York. OMG! I better tell her to try that bakery, “Sweets”. “Hazel” Liz called. I jumped and turned around. Liz was standing at the door, looking at me. “Look at the treasures I found" I said. “Oh my goodness! Where did you get that from, they are beautiful!” she said. Soon the rest of my family came inside the room where I and Liz are. When my mom saw what were in my hand, she gasped. “Who gave you that?” she asked. “The girl that was living here before. She left all this for whoever was living in this room, which is me and she said I could have it.” My dad gave me a dubious look. “When did she tell you this? ’cause I don’t see anybody living here or moving out.” mom asked. “Mom, calm down I am not hallucinating. She wrote in this letter telling me that I could have whatever I found in this room" I said. I gave the letter to my mom and she read it. “well , that’s nice and the things she gave you are beautiful” she said. “It’s not fair I wished I had picked this room then I get all the treasures.” Lily said. “Well, Sweetheart you better start cleaning up and don’t forget to take your medication” mom said. “Okay mom" I said. They left and I started cleaning my room. I personally am a fashionista. In New York my friends call me a Perfectionist which basically means I want everything to be perfect and I like things to be perfect. It’s not really OCD, it’s just my preferences. Anyways, I am going to change the blue curtains to purple, clean the wardrobe and closet and make everything perfect. I even found a big chest filled with unused fabric. OH! This is the best room ever, better than the one in New York. I am still going to email Phoebe.
