I finally finished unpacking all my stuff and putting it were it belongs in my room. Sure,all my stuff is were it belongs...but I'm not were I belong. I would feel so much better if I was just back home,and I was all cuddled up in my bed watching Netflix. But, I can't. Dad got a new job,and we finally could afford to move with his new job. Apparently this is Good for our family.

"Looks like your finished!" Mom interupts my thoughts.

"Uh,yea"I respond.

"Well then,I guess I will just leave you to get settled in,ok?"She says

"I guess,"

"Are you ok scar?"

"Yea,I guess," I respond back quickly. I can't tell her that I don't want to be here. I don't want mom to worry about me.

"Uh,ok,well I guess I will just go finish unpacking all of Autos stuff," She turns and walks away.

I feel like I'm faded. I'm never gonna fit in. 

My room is mint light blue,with a strip of gold chevron running right through the middle of the wall. My bed sheets are white,with a bunch of fancy pillows. I have a bunch of shelf's to hold all my crap. Over across my room is my walking closet. All of the rooms have walking closets. In mine I have my clothes,obviously,and my big C&C cage which holds my one bunny rabbit,Ellie,and my two guinea pigs,Autumn,and Reggae.

At around 6:00 we went to eat. We had chinese food. It was delicious. I had to go home and take a shower,then go to bed cause I had school in the morning. It started at 7:55,and ended at 3:05. I was really slow in the morning so I have to get up at 6:00. So,I gotta go to bed at 6,and wake up at 6. I was SO nervous. I could feel my stomach already turning. I get myself so stressed out about things,I make myself sick. At 12:30 at night,I barfed. My mom took my temp,and it was normal. The next morning she took me to the doctor...