A/N: For Home, we had to explain what Home meant to us and then write a story about a place that we call home.

Home to me means where your heart lies and where you make the best memories.

I remember it like it was yesterday, the day I found out that my family would be moving. I got off the bus and walked home like everyday before but, at the time, I didn't know that my life would be changing. Everything seemed normal, the tabby cat came over to be pet, the dogs were yapping away, my neighbors were walking their dog, Peanut, and the street was as silent as always. I stepped through the door, put my backpack down, and went upstairs to say hi to my family. My mom greeted me at the top of the stairs and said, "Your dad and I want to tell you and your brother something." So we walked downstairs, walked into the backroom, and sat down on the couch. Not even 15 minutes later, I was sitting in my chair at the kitchen table trying to do my homework, keyword "trying". I couldn't comprehend what I had just heard, we were moving to California! 'How am I going to get up and leave this city, this state, this side of the country even!' I thought. 'How am I going to tell the Young Scholars?'

On my last day of school. Mrs. Pruitt brought us down to Mrs. Swegan's classroom but she wouldn't say why.

(Sorry for the cliffhanger I guess... if you want to know how it ends just comment or contact me somehow idk)