Quietly eating in her room, Cici thought about what had just happened. They were moving. They were really moving.

Sighing, she put down her plate of finished spaghetti and glanced around her room. The room where she had spent all her 11 years in. It was a nice, cosy, smallish room with fluffy white carpet. The walls were painted dark blue and the curtains were a crisp white. Her bed had millions of soft pillows, arranged neatly and tidily. The bedsheets were a pale pink.

In the corner opposite to her bed was her reading nook, her favourite place to be. Except for, maybe, the actual library. There were two dark oak bookshelves filled and stuffed to the brim with books. Mostly fiction, but there was the odd factual book here and there. On the floor was a beanbag, where she spent most of her days sitting and reading.

Cici walked over to the window by the reading nook. She stuck her head out. The perfectly cut lawn glistened with little raindrops from the rain they had had last night. Near the gate were flowers of every size and colour. Cici smiled. She remembered the day she and her mum had spent the day gardening and planting those flowers. Beyond the gate was Jasmine Street, the street she lived on. Up the road was her school, Icyville Primary School. Down the road was a little corner shop where Cici would often buy lollies for her friends.

Her friends. Evie, Brianna and Adelaide. They had been friends since the first day of Kindergarten when they had been seated with each other at the desks. The teacher had had to separate them because they talked to much. That was a funny day.

Cici walked to her bed and flopped on it. She turned her head to the wooden bedside table next to it. The clock on it read 8:59pm.

Better get ready for my last day of school tomorrow, Cici thought.

And with that she rolled over and closed her eyes, letting sleep invade her body.