Texas is not for me

"We are almost home." My mom said to me.

"Finally." I said in the back of my moms minivan. We were finally going home,well not home new jersey but it felt a lot like home right now. I had been waiting for my parents to decide that we had to move back from that horrible place. I was begging them since we got there, to leave. But now I'm home and that's all that matters.

"What no!" I yelled when my mom told me something that would change my life.

We were moving. I froze at the thought of leaving all my friends and family. Did i have to leave couldn't I stay here with my other family members? I  know it was crazy but it was worth a shot. I assumed she was joking, but she wasn't what she was telling me was true one hundred percent true. I hated the fact that i couldn't decide for myself. moving was such a big production, the boxes, tape, dusty things you found in your attic that no one could she or even hear about it. but moving to Texas!? that would be an even more of a production, not only because it was 3,000 miles away but we were going by car! my life was ruined but got even worse when we got there.

"Now we have to unpack for the hundredth time." i said with a tired yet happy voice. we arrived at our house, but my mom thought it was a mistake. well because it was hideous, the kitchen walls were blue, the sink was plastic, and all rooms had tacky lights on the ceiling. but when I got to my room I almost screamed in shock. my walls were blue i mean dark blue like if you looked into them long enough you would fall straight into the ocean. "it needs work" I said

"No, the kitchen needs work." My mom replied.

I opened my eyes to see a big white house though my car window. I was shocked to see such a nice house for "Texas". My aunt and uncle greeted us and helped us with some clutter we had in the car from the long trip.

"Happy to see us?" My dad said as he was slowly stretching out of the car.

I hugged them and started to walk into my new life. It was cold inside like a cold air going down my sweaty neck. It was nice but too nice to have two little kids running around.In fact as soon as my brother ran in, and jumped on the couch my aunt said "no feet on the couch". I thought to myself, why are we here they are just going to yell at us for god knows how long.

"Oh no." To make matters worse they had two levels of stairs I thought to myself.

My mom started to rip down the wall paper."Why are you doing that?" I asked, I was always interested in what what she doing because it was always something impulsive.

"I'm doing some work on this ugly house." She said.

I agreed with her but I didn't agree that I didn't like the house because I did. I seemed to think it was cozy even though the people before us left furniture smelling like cat pee. I cringed at the thought of sitting on the couch for the first time and not noticing the smell but when you did you had left it for the next person to deal with. Well thankfully my mom did the same thing she did with the wall paper, threw it out. The first time I helped my mom was with the tearing down more wallpaper. No wonder she enjoyed doing it,it was fun! Different wallpaper was way better than a different state.

My room was small and dark when I creeped in. My aunt said that we were going to sleep on a fold out couch. this didn't seem so bad, until I slept on it for the first time. It was scratchy and hard. So I slept in my mom's bed. In the one month we stayed I had to start school in August, walked a six mile race, sat a kids table every day for every meal, and had a tornado that my aunt and uncle didn't tell us about.(but it wasn't near us so we were okay) Texas is a nightmare and my aunt and uncle will never be the same again. And they probably will never have kids.

"Yes." I said as I lay down on my bed in my new room. It needed more improvements but at this point I didn't care where my room was or what it looked like. As I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling my mom walks in and walks out.She hates the house I thought. but I love it she will get used to it I thought hopefully. I didn't want to move again. anywhere but New Jersey was like Texas all over again and that would be a problem for me. I thought a lot that day about this house, but when i fell asleep, it was home.