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Posted February 20, 2013
It seems that just ss life calms down, something unexpected happens. That's what I kept thinking to myself, as I watched the workers pull our furniture from the moving truck. I'd never dreamed of leaving Russia, and America was frighteningly different. We'd driven past huge, tightly knit cities and chains of fast food resturaunts. Everything was foreign, and I never liked feeling scared or small. It wasn't fair! I'd finally begun to live my dreams as a figure skater, and then we win the stupid lottery and have to leave. If I was in charge, I would make that an illegal thing for parents to do. At least the landscape wasn't to strange, at least where we were going to live. The house was situated on a mountain in the state of Pennsylvania (wow, what a dumb name), and the weather was rainy, cold and foggy. Pine trees sprang up everywhere, along with decidous trees that were bright splashes of red, orange, and even yellow! The mountain was desolate and quiet, which I liked, and we had a long, hidden driveway leading up to the house. Finally, I got up off of the damp stone pad in front of the door, once the movers left and pulled out of the driveway. I pulled up my pink and black bag that was resting against my hip, the strap on my shoulder. It had a small rhinestone crown in the corner, and I thought it was too girly, but it had been a going away gift. So was the expensive white laptop that rested snugly inside. My coach and two best friends, Aidan and Anya, had pitched in so that I could stay in touch with them. I thought longingly of my friends for a moment. Did they miss me as much as I missed them? We had called eachother the Triple A's, because our names started with, you know, A. I opened the screen door and stepped inside, into the living room. It was a large space with a tall ceiling and a brick fire place. There were two windows, and a flat screen tv laid on the ground near the black fire place. A couch had been pushed up against the wall, the arm chairs in the sun room connecting to the living room. "Anneka?" Mom called from the kitchen. I immediately ran up the wooden stairs, not caring that I was still wearing my sneakers. I was still angry at my parents, and would be for a long time. I walked past the bathroom, master bedroom and extra room, towards my new bedroom. I shut the door loudly behind me. My room was shaped as a blocky letter C, and had a single window and closet. Boxes had been stacked up along the walls, and my bed pushed into a corner. I pulled my blaket and pillows from a box, then kicked off my sneakers violently, satisfied in hearing them clunk against the wall. I pulled out my laptop and turned it on, watching it power up. Time to talk to someone who would understand me.
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