We really should have moved into a new place at a better time. Three weeks after school has started is not a good time.

I woke up really early the next morning, 6 o'cock early. It was Saturday, and I had to head home to buy furniture with my family. Coral and her Mum were in the kitchen, already making breakfast. I said goodbye to the small family around 7 o'clock and walked back across the road, knocking on the front door and hoping somebody was up. After standing there for about 5 minutes, I knew that they weren't.

Remembering the tree around the side of the house, I walked until I could see my window peeking out from behind the branches and leaves. I wrapped my pyjamas around my waist, tucking them into the rim of my pants and began to climb, branch after branch, until I reached my slightly ajar window sill.

Mentally congratulating myself, I opened the window further and slipped in, trying not to make any noise. Successfully having crawled into the room, I dumped my pjs onto my suitcase and sat down on the floor, against the only bare wall, just as I had the previous day. It being early Autumn, the sun was only just rising in the sky. Light shone through the window on the right while the one directly across blocked most of it with the tree's leaves and branches stretching across the width of the glass.

It was the kind of tree you just had to climb. The kind with branches from about a meter and a half off the ground, leaves covering the entire outer tree, making the inside like a dome, almost like the tree would be perfect for living in. The branches near the bottom were harder to climb up then down, making it a great way to escape if you were one of those 'rebellious teenagers' that liked to sneak out at night.

It's probably a good this Greg didn't get this room. We'd likely never see him again.

I heard the first signs of life, other then myself, as a door opened then closed loudly. Probably Greg, considering Mum and Dad are always trying to let each other sleep. Greg's usually pretty quiet, but he's been trying to be difficult ever since he figured out this move was going to happen whether he liked it or not.

Stomping footsteps found their way to the stairs and continued down them. Mum's voice came from behind a closed door.

"We're not moving back just because you stomp around in the morning's Greg!!"

An extra loud step.

Most of the time, I would have rolled my eyes at Greg's behaviour, but a small smile formed on my lips at it this time. It was good to know that even after a new house, a new town, a new country, we were still the same family.

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Eventually, everyone had gotten out of bed, had breakfast and was ready for the day. The day being one full of furniture shopping and driving around town.

Mum wanted to drive past the school on the way. It was spread out, all different sized buildings that I could only guess where separate learning departments. Some of the buildings where two stories high while others were just long. Cream painted concrete walls and dark green roofing coloured the school along with a flagpole just outside the main office. The flag, currently blowing in the wind, had a green diamond shaped crest with ivy and vines wrapped around it along with a silver, uppercase 'P'.

Mum looked like she wanted to get out and explore, Dad was staring at her and Greg refused to even glance at it, keeping his headphones on and his eyes closed.

Dad sped up again, the school now behind us and continued on to the shopping centre.

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The good thing about my parents when it comes to shopping, is that while they can coordinate and choose things that match, Mum's more the type of person to choose random items and then base the room itself, not the whole house, around them and Dad doesn't care what it looks like as long as it does the job. At our last house, most of the walls were painted soft tones, but Mum found a bunch of kitchenware in bright (almost neon) greens and pinks, so we had bright yellow walls to match in the kitchen alone. I think they'll be a little more controlled with the new one though, because they chose it based on how it looked.

After Greg's rock/emo theme, complete with black paint, skull and guitar print curtains and bed covers, metal furniture and all his band posters from our old place, we'd moved onto Mum and Dads room. There's was a different theme altogether. Together they chose a simple, but very large, bed made out of a wood, a very pale blue (so pale in fact it was called 'iceberg') paint and a TV to sit on top of the matching set of a dresser and bedside tables that came with the bed. My idea of a room, was different to both of the previous.

The bed I chose was white with a metal frame, complete with a vine like design at the head and foot. I chose lace curtains, preferring to be able to see outside at all times. To go with it, I found a lace canopy to hang over it and some fairy lights to hang on that. I also went with light yellow paint for the walls, deciding I'd leave the ceiling white and it would suit the brown floorboards. My bed didn't come with extra furniture, so I choose my own. White painted wood (sandpapered back to make it look older) on a bedside table and two bookshelves along with a white couch were picked out. I was getting the TV Mum and Dad used to have in their room so I didn't really need much else in that department. Other then that, I picked out a soft bedspread and about 5 mismatched pillows along with the typically normal sized two, and a white shaggy rug that was half a meter bigger then the double bed if you put it against one corner. To finish it all off I got a desk the same cut-back white as the bookshelves and bedside table.

I have plans of leaving one wall white and getting some green paint later to paint a simple design of trees on it, but that can happen whenever.

The rest of the house was picked out with out too much thought. It would seem they'd already thought about what they wanted before we'd even left our old place. When we were done Dad paid for it all, but don't get all angry at Mum for being the working one and not paying. See, my Dad is insanely rich. We don't really know how, he told us he'd inherited it from his family, but they never seem to have worked jobs that could bring in that much money either. Now, when I say insanely rich, I mean that even if Mum didn't work and we went out to a five star restaurant every night for forever, we'd still have heaps. I think the only reason Mum does work is because she loves it. She's the most passionate writer in the world. She get's this look in her eye whenever she gets a new idea that is basically the closest thing I've seen to the look she gives Dad. Nothing replaces the look she gives Dad.

The cash register guy snapped me out of my thoughts by slamming the registers draw closed.

"Sorry, it gets stuck." He said in a guilty voice before changing it to a more chirpy one. "Your furniture will be delivered early tomorrow morning. Have a nice day." Dad nodded his head politely and we left the store.

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The next day we were all up by the time the delivery trucks pulled up at 9 o'clock. Six people pilled out of the two large trucks, 5 men and a woman, and began to unpack. We helped where we could, but they mostly just wanted us to stay out of the way. When it was all inside and in the appropriate rooms the movers started to together the larger things before leaving the rest of the smaller stuff to us. Mum gave them all drinks twice before they were finished at 12 o'clock.

Greg was complaining about how his room was still baby blue until he found out the painters would be around in a two days. He then started complaining about how we had school tomorrow.

Right.

School.

Did we even have any stationary? I mean other then the stuff from back at our old school. I couldn't remember seeing any. Well, not specifically for school anyway. I still have a stack of blank notebooks from my obsession with collecting cute stationary. I also have about 10 new pencils, so I could bring them and my old pens. I should be fine then. But what about Greg? I walked out of my room and over to his.

"Greg it's me. Can I come in?" A disgruntled noise came from inside that I guessed was a yes. I pushed the door open but made no great move to step inside. Greg was sitting on a beanbag with his guitar looking very irritated, but that was no different then anything recently.

"Do you have any school supplies?"

"No. Why would I need them?"

"You do realise that you're only in year 9 right? You still have to go to school."

"Yeah but not this one!" He yelled, his head snapping up to look at me. "Why did we have to move!? It was probably easy for you! You didn't have any friends, but I had James and Tom! Then all of a sudden I'm whisked off to the other side of the world and they want nothing to do with me anymore!"

This was one of the rare times Greg has cried. He doesn't do it much, in fact the last time I saw him cry was because he thought our parents were having an argument and they were going to get a divorce. He was 7 and didn't understand that Dad had just stollen Mum's favourite ice-cream and she'd gotten angry for about 10 minutes.

I stepped further into the room and sat down in front of him, picking up his guitar and placing it next to him.

"You know what, that town sucked." Greg's head whipped up again in shock. "No, no seriously. The people sucked, the school sucked, the only ice-cream shop sold more types of crappy frozen yogurt then it did actual ice-cream. It just plain sucked. But Greg, if your friends aren't talking to you now, maybe they weren't very good friends? Maybe, just maybe you might find someone in this town that will see past the fact you had rich parents. Maybe they'll actually care about you?"

Greg's lips turned upwards into a little smile.

"And besides, did you see the ice-cream shop in this place? I swear, if it had one more flavour in there they'd have to start making grass flavoured ones!" That made him laugh a bit.

"Thanks Millie. But I'm still not gonna stop complaining you know?"

"I don't expect you too. Give 'em hell." We shared a mischievous smile before I got up and headed for the door. "Oh! But if you do need some stuff for school, I have some plain black notebooks and stuff if you need them."

"Thanks. See ya."

"Bye~"

He dropped by about an hour after that.

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Not much happened for the rest of the night. We all managed to get the main components of our room set up. I.e our beds and putting our clothes on our walk-in wardrobes.

We talked about school and what we thought it might be like. About the fact it had no uniform. What classes might be like. All the 'fun' stuff. I will admit I was looking forward to seeing Coral again, and also meeting Taylor. Greg stayed true to his word and groaned in obvious displeasure whenever we brought up the subject.

By the end of the night I was tired and planning to sleep, but a book stole me from my well deserved dreamland and into it's pages of magic and mystery. It was not my fault that instead of falling asleep at 8 o'clock I put the book down at 11.

Now wide awake, I got up and turned to the window. Opening it, I jumped up onto the window sill and into the tree before sitting down on the branch. A cool wind was blowing and I could hear crickets chirping from below. I sat and thought about all the things that had happened since I got here.

I thought about Coral and the prospect of becoming friends with her friend Taylor. I looked forward to being told trivial things and Coral pointing out Aiden, listening to teachers and complaining about homework. I wondered what the school would be like and what kind of bookshops, libraries, coffee shop's and cafe's would be around. I looked forward to the life I'd always read about in books.

It always seemed so much more... I don't know. Fulfilling I guess. More excitement, more adventure, more life.

I hopped back into my room and turned to my bed, pulling back the sheets and laying down. I grabbed the closest pillow, a white cloud shaped one with a face on one side and 'dream' written on the other, and hugged it to my chest, eventually closing my eyes and falling into a dreamland.