"Beep,beep,beep," was all heard when I woke up. I can't stand alarm clocks, but since my mother and siblings refuse to wake me up in the morning because they're "allergic to sunlight" I have to use one. As I rolled over to turn my alarm off I heard a crinkling sound coming from underneath me, like the sound of paper being balled up. After my alarm was off and I was sitting up, I looked down, sure enough there was a note addressed to me that I had rolled onto. It was in my mother's handwriting, which only meant one thing, we were moving again.
I can't believe it, I thought we had finally found a permanate place to live until I was out of high school. All I can make out for a reasoning behind us moving again, my brother got into another bar fight that shouldda killed him, but he came out of it with out a scratch on him. I can't stand it when he does that.
All I needed to check on the note was the dag our movers were gonna be here. Appearantly our movers are comin' the night after tomarrow. Gotta start packin 'cause my mom has already pulled me outta school here and enrolled me into a high school in Forks, Washington.