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I knew I was in love with everything that I had. My house, my school, my friends, everything was just perfect. July the 17th 2016 was one of the worst days of my life. It was the day when my parents had told me that we were going to move. A few days had pasted and here I am, packing up all of my stuff. I packed my books, my toys, my clothing, and every little thing that was in my room had been put in large card board boxes. Once everything was  put away I take a step back to look at my small, empty room. Light pink and dark pink stripes had been painted on the walls, my bed was in the corner of my room, my desk was beside my huge window, all of my toys had been scattered on my fuzzy carpet, and my shelf had been up against my wall.... and now the only thing that remains the same was the pink stripes on the walls of my small room. I take all of my boxes down the stairs one by one and handing them to my father. He puts all of the boxes in the large white van with the help of my mother. Before we leave we get my cat and put her in the cage. While my dad was starting the van and my mom was checking the house one more time I rush up stairs to my room. I write a note on a small crumpled piece of paper. On that paper it says "who ever finds this note please keep on reading....my room is very very special and whatever you do with my room please take very good care of it." I throw the piece of paper on my flor. My mother calls out my my name and I go back down stairs and hop right into the van. And there we go, my life had completely changed right in those few seconds that I had sat in the van. In my head I had very mixed feelings; sad, angry and confused. I didn't know if moving was for the good or for the bad. Since the drive was about two hours I decided to take a nap. I slowly close my tiered eyes and fall asleep....we're here! At the time I was feeling happy and excited because I wanted to see the final house and because I really wanted to get out van. I hop out and I feel the nice warm sun hit my bare arms and feel the nice breeze flow through my long red hair. I grab my cats cage and walk in my nice, big, new house. I love it. I climb up the stairs and run to my room. I smell the fresh paint from my beautiful bright turquoise walls. To my left there is a large closet that has much more space then my other closet. We set up my bed, shelf, desk and my small white dresser. I love my new house.