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Great, I'm moving again, another country, another school, another year of pure torture. All because of my stupid mom's great success of inventing. And you would think about mom's having real frilly jobs, like cosmetology,or a wedding designer, or something around those careers. You know, it gets even funnier, my dad works in a shoe store part-time. How neat.

"Anna, listen, sweetheart. You are going to have a great time here. And plus, we will be here for more than a year this time. Isn't that great?" My mom tried to cheer me up. Not happening.

"Huh, a year. let's have a party." Sarcasm is one of my few talents, the other, irritating my parents so much, they've sent me to boarding school to supposedly help my attitude.Sure, let them dream.

"Okay, that is not really nice sweetie." My mother was about to lose it, one more blow, and it was time for my dad to step in, ooh, scary.

"Just stop with the sweetie, Linda." That did it, definitely.

"You are to never call me that!" Oh, yeah, this is what I call entertainment.

"Yeah, okay." I really feel frightened. Good thing the cab stopped at the airport, or i might have died of fright.

"That's 15.95 ma'am." The cab driver so far was my friend, egging my dad on about politics.

"Uhm, you told me 10.50 last time."

"Yeah yeah, you want me to raise it?"

"No, you told me 10.50." she was turning red.

" Pay me, or i'm taking it to court!" Now, he's my best friend.

She hesitated, and finally payed him. Yay for her. So, i got my suitcase, and headed inside the Jacksonville Airport. Our plane left in 1 hour, bye to my fifteenth home. It was flying to New York, and from ther, it was some foreign country.

"Anna, would you give me my carry-on, please." Great, my mom has three bags. I wonder if she packed her bubbly personality. All I packed was my last bit of dignity, a few items of clothing, and a good book.



We headed to the plane. I guess it was nice. I took out my book, and my glasses, and got on. After all the safety anouncments were over, the crew brought out a pink and purple cake, with 14 candles. The woman over the intercom announced it was my birthday, and the singing began.

"Mom!" i tried to make everyone on the plane hear it.

"What, dear?" She was so happy, with her little pink lipgloss.

"You are ruining my life!" I'm pretty sure everyone heard it that time. So, i got up, and went to the back of the plane, no one was there. Just me, how i liked it. I took out my book, and read for a while, then i got bored, so i wrote, "My life is ruined" 200 times on a piece of paper. Which was true. We landed about 4 hours after that, and i got off, took my bag, and hid in the McDonalds restroom. It took my parents about 15 minutes before the plane left to that other country to find me. They were stupid enough to look in a Claire's. How dumb. So then, we boarded that plane, and my parents were very unhappy with me. How sad.

"Anna." My mom was hesitating, again. I have an idea.

"Linda." I gave her a small smirk.

"Listen, I'm very upset with you."

"Big shock."

"Little lady, now you better," I cut her off.

" What, are you going to get dad to give me a punishment warning? Ooh, you are a very frightening parent." I smirked again.

Before she could say anything else, i was in another seat. I was real tired. So i fell asleep.

We must have had an ermegency landing, because we werent in the country my mom said we were going to, a sign said "Welcome to Gelick!" And my mom said we were going to Rome.



How does it sound so far? Should i continue, and add more on here, and let you read it, or is it bad, and should i try another kind of story?

please leave any comments, good or bad. Thx.

Thx, anyDo you like my story? So far....?
Why would she change school every time her parents move if she goes to boarding school anyway?



I'm afraid she sounds like an unpleasant spoiled brat. Are all those rude things things you wish you said to your parents when they annoy you but don't dare? She wouldn't dare either. She wouldn't be allowed to randomly move around the plane, and no way they'd have candles on a cake. And how could she possibly sleep through an emergency landing?



Forget your arrogant, unlikable main character, and get inside the heads of her parents for a while. How would they react to this sort of behaviour? Why aren't they doing so? If my fourteen year old behaved like that, I'd tan her backside until she stopped acting like a spoiled toddler. I certainly wouldn't bother taking her out of boarding school to spoil my flight to my new home.Do you like my story? So far....?
It is really really good.... please tell me when you have written more because I would love to read it some time.... good luck and keep up the good work

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