I was on a plane. Just looking out the window. I would rather not be here but we have to go on a plane because Clark my (older brother) gets claustrophobic in cars. Planes are too noisy and Daddy doesn't let us get food because he just doesn't, all there is to look at are the clouds . Though it was not just the clouds that make me unhappy it's the story behind them. 

When I was about three or four my mom told me about the people that lived on clouds and how if their mood changed so did the clouds. About two hours later my dad told me that we were about to land in Dothan, Alabama. Before we got off the plane he asked me "Rachel are you happy that we are moving?" I told him "Sure" but we still haven't got over what happened to mom five years ago.

We pulled up to our new house, 2130 East Dante Ln. We went up to the door. Dad unlocked it and started walking inside. My brother rushed in he went  straight to the bathroom but that's mostly because he looked as if he was going to puke. Car sickness glad I don't have it.

"Rachel here's a phone book can you find a one of the pizza  places 'round here's number?" My dad asked setting down a few of the bag that had been in the trunk. I nodded. The moving van should be here in a few days. Then I can have all of my stuff back. 

I started looking through the phonebook after I had sat down at the table the previous owners of this house had left. I finally found a restaurant Little Ceasers.

"Dad I got the number" I yelled since my dad was inspecting the house, again.

"Phones on the table" He yelled back. I heard a door open. Clark walked out of the bathroom.

"Have anything to eat?" He asked opening the cupboards. The were bare, except for a few worn out cups and a package of paper plates. He face-palmed.

"Still trying to get used to moving," Clark said sitting at the table with me. 

"We're getting pizza."  I said grabbing the phone.

"School starts next week" He told me. I looked at him. All this has happened, and dad expects us to just stand up and go to school next week.

"I know I don't like it to. With Dad's engagment, and Mom........" He started. His eyes were tearing up.

"Leaving. It just doesn't make sense" He told me.

"Well lets atleast try"