Published on December 16, 2014
The sun shining through the car window woke me up; we’ve been driving for almost 6 hours, way too long. Of course I’m excited to move but there are a lot of unexpected things that can happen. I have always been aware of this. “How much longer mom” “About 30 minutes” “Oh okay.” We arrive to the house about 45 minutes after asking my mom how much time left. The house is gigantic compared to the other house, the first thing I do is go see my new room because who wouldn’t . Quite the average 15 year old would. “Clara honey where are you g oing?” My mom asks a bit eager “To go see my room . why?” “Just wondering go right ahead.” Her smile c ould lighten up the entire room. At least that’s what my friends say. S he always has such a warm welcome. Luckily we already have a pallet set up in my room because I’m extremely tired. I sink under the covers and fall asleep “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” I awake to the red alarm clock. School. I slowly get out of my small pallet and walk downstairs to see my parents sleeping on the couch and floor. They must have been unpacking all night, probably should not wake them up. I open up my Clothing box… Boxes. I already have an outfit p icked out it’s jeans a t-shirt and some boots. So I just take it upstairs and take a shower, do my makeup, hair etc. I look in my mirror, my blonde hair in a braid with my blue eyes shimmering in the light the pastel colors in my shirt bring out my eyes. I have about 30 minutes left until the bus comes so I might as well work on my drawing. I remember in 7 th grade I earned about 200 dollars for one painting. that was one of my greatest accomplishments. but normally that isn’t much for the art community.