It was Monday again, ahh the weekend went by so fast. I just can't stand this the weekend is so short and the week is so long, I hate it.

In Ela we are starting to do poems bore. Who even write poetry? None that's who. So stupid.

"Hey Annabelle, wait up!"

"Hey what's up Mandy?"

"Nothing much, anything new?"

"No. Isabelle took my uncle dying well. She cried like the whole night but that's normal."

"Well that's nice. Um I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I might be moving."

"What, where, when."

"It's true. I might be moving to California. I might be there in a few months. It all depends on my mom. She might be getting a job promotion. Which her new work would in California."

"That sucks."

"Well I have to go to Math lab bye."

Well this sucks because know one of my friends might be moving. Well at least I still have Bailey and Isabelle.