| abstract | - “Isa!” “Yes Mom?” “I see a moving truck outside the house next door! Why don’t you go over and welcome them into the neighborhood?” “Sure mom…” I was fine, I honestly was, sitting in bed reading. I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on my signature dress. I brushed out the tangles in my hair and brushed my teeth. I put onmy trademark bow and walked down the stairs. “Mom! I’m leaving!” “Ok dear, bring these snickerdoodle cookies with you.” “K mom!” I made my way to the front door, outside, and to the moving truck. “Hi! I’m Isabella, and I live next door! Would you like some snickerdoodles? Baked fresh from the oven!” “Aren’t you cute! Thank you! You know, I have a daughter the same age as you, do you want to meet her?” “Sure!” I know I wanted nothing more then to read in bed, but hey, it’s polite, I was already there, and now I’m not the only girl my age in the neighborhood! “Caroline!” I watched a red haired girl in yellow emerge from the door. “What mom- oh hi…?” “Caroline this is Isabelle!” “Isabella.” I corrected. “Caroline, why don’t you show her your room.” “Fine.” Caroline kinda seemed… well… bored. And mad. I guess I would be too is I moved from my house to another house. “C’mon up, I guess…” I followed her upstairs to her room. All her room had in it was boxes and a bed. “So, where did you move from?” “Seattle W.A.” “Oh yeah, that’s the place with the needle space ship thing…” I felt so embarrassed. “It’s the space needle. And they have a skate park next to it. Its really fun except for the boys doing dangerous tricks 3 inches from your face. They also have a carnival type thing and- sorry I really miss Seattle.” Her eyes were tearing up. “Hey, it’s okay. There is a lot of fun stuff here too! Here, if I can call my mom I can stay and help you unpack! “Okay…” Coming soon more…
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