Moving from one home to another took exactly one hour.

One hour.

We had only my three older brothers and my Mom. That was our team, and it took us an hour.

Uh.

I thought we would stay behind awhile. Take it in, process our time here.

Nope.

It took us an hour.

But now that I lay in my room, looking up at the ceiling, with out glowing stars.

And I wanna cry.

I have to go to a new school tommorow when I was in a class with all my friends about six hours ago.

It's a lot to process when you're only about nine years old.

But I'll suck it up and go to that new school.

Bullies and teachers be darned.