I looked out the car window. Whatever happens, it could move to Texas. I used to live in California, but now we're moving to Texas to see if anything exciting would happen. We've moved 16 times already and I'm getting angry. We moved as old as I was. When I was born, we moved to Alabama. Then, when I was 2, we moved to Ohio. Then, when I was 3, we moved to Illinois. When I was 4, we moved to Michigan. When I was 5, we moved to Kentucky. When I was 6, we moved to Indiana. When I was 7, we moved to Washington. When I was 8, well, I don't remember where we moved after I turned 7. Oh, it's true! When I was 15, we moved to California. I only had 7 friends! I thought Texas would give me a change from the cold. All we did was go to school. On March 16, we were still moving. March 16 is my birthday. Regardless, I pushed James on the shoulder. Jacques is 5 years old. "Mom! Sara stung me! James moaned. "Oh, shut up, James. You have to whine to get anything done. I answered. I picked up my Killer Angels book. “Sara, you should learn to be nice to your little brother.” Dad told me. “All I wanted to do was talk to him!” I complained. "It's not fair!" James gets everything he wants and, and. . .” I complained. “And what?!” Mom screamed. “He can do whatever he wants!” All I want is to be trusted and listened to once! » I complained. Dad slapped my knee, but he actually hit James' knee. He started to cry. "BE QUIET!!!!!" I screamed. James started to cry more. I threatened to hit him if he didn't stop crying. All he did was cry harder. I put on the My Little Pony CD that I created. I hoped I couldn't hear James crying. I could still hear him crying, so I hit him lightly. He started crying harder. Then I hit him harder. I know... middle of paper...... the living room. Nobody there. I walked up the other staircase to the top floor. I reached a room. Mom was sitting in a rocking chair. "Mom!" I screamed. "What?" She moaned. “I found this in the dining room.” I gave him the letter. Mom carefully examined the letter. “I don’t know what to do with it. Go show it to your father. And! One more thing I want you to do. Mom said handing the letter back to me. “Finish taking the bags out of the van. » I sighed and walked out into the hallway. I ran down the stairs and tripped on my toe. I tripped on the stairs and started to fall. When I hit my head on the coffee table, Lilly came to pick me up. Michelle stood right next to Lilly. “I saw you fall down the stairs,” Lilly said. “I told Michelle.” “Why can’t you leave me out of this!?” Michelle screamed. Lilly glanced down at the ground. I jumped.