Rachel MillerPer. 2
Mrs.Waubaur 11/30/09
A New Place to Call My Own
“We’re moving. AGAIN!”, I asked madly. A week ago, I thought if we had to move into a new house, at least it would be into one in the same school district, but no. I would now be going to attend, Gelinas in the fast coming fall. “We tried”, my mom said with sorrow in her voice. We needed to move in fast, I had only seen the house once before that and though that it was a house that I would never see again. A new house. A new school. New friends. Everything was going to change.
It was moving day at the Miller house, and we were all anxious. Me, my dad, and two workers, were all crammed into the off white, dirty, U-Haul truck. Most of the furniture from my old house in the back of the truck. We were all headed to East Setauket. As we pulled into the steep night, driveway I felt abnormal calling this new place home. What excellent way to end the summer, I thought. The house was monstrous compared to my old house back in Centereach. I peered around the back and saw humongous backyard, with woods leading on. The house was a pearl white with a roof
that was black like coal. The house had bulky, big windows. The brown wooded stairway leads you to the front door. When I entered the house there are two pairs of stairs. One would take me to the smaller, bottom floor. This floor only has a fireplace, small bedroom, and a small bathroom. After exploring the small first floor, I ventured to the top floor where I saw the cherry wood counters, in the kitchen. I looked around the corner and saw the empty rooms, that I knew would be the living room and dining room. I traveled down the hallway. Straight down it, I saw my new room. It was huge compared to my minuscule room of my old house. I tried to imagine how my furniture could fit into it, like a puzzle.
I ran outside to see what was making big banging noises. It was the men and my dad getting our furniture from the U-Haul. It was a sweat hot day outside and everyone was getting tired, but soon it would be official and we would be settled in. The movers traveled up and down the stairs, like ghosts. As the skyscrapers of boxes crowded my room, I decided to unpack them. My lemon yellow dresser was brought up and I unpacked my clothes. Moving makes you realize all the things you have hoarded in your drawers that you have not seen in years. I sat there on the floor laughing at the old things that I would have thrown away if I knew were all in the boxes. My room was starting to be put together piece by piece.
I helped the movers, by telling them where to put things ,and when it was all over and they had left, it was just me, and my family in this new house. It was already growing on me. As I looked at the placed furniture and the way the house was getting together. I realized that I would embrace the new adventures to come here. Also that even though it was not the same familiar, house that I had grown close too. I still had my family and friends, just a new house. Maybe this would be fun after all.
Mrs.Waubaur 11/30/09
A New Place to Call My Own
“We’re moving. AGAIN!”, I asked madly. A week ago, I thought if we had to move into a new house, at least it would be into one in the same school district, but no. I would now be going to attend, Gelinas in the fast coming fall. “We tried”, my mom said with sorrow in her voice. We needed to move in fast, I had only seen the house once before that and though that it was a house that I would never see again. A new house. A new school. New friends. Everything was going to change.
It was moving day at the Miller house, and we were all anxious. Me, my dad, and two workers, were all crammed into the off white, dirty, U-Haul truck. Most of the furniture from my old house in the back of the truck. We were all headed to East Setauket. As we pulled into the steep night, driveway I felt abnormal calling this new place home. What excellent way to end the summer, I thought. The house was monstrous compared to my old house back in Centereach. I peered around the back and saw humongous backyard, with woods leading on. The house was a pearl white with a roof
that was black like coal. The house had bulky, big windows. The brown wooded stairway leads you to the front door. When I entered the house there are two pairs of stairs. One would take me to the smaller, bottom floor. This floor only has a fireplace, small bedroom, and a small bathroom. After exploring the small first floor, I ventured to the top floor where I saw the cherry wood counters, in the kitchen. I looked around the corner and saw the empty rooms, that I knew would be the living room and dining room. I traveled down the hallway. Straight down it, I saw my new room. It was huge compared to my minuscule room of my old house. I tried to imagine how my furniture could fit into it, like a puzzle.
I ran outside to see what was making big banging noises. It was the men and my dad getting our furniture from the U-Haul. It was a sweat hot day outside and everyone was getting tired, but soon it would be official and we would be settled in. The movers traveled up and down the stairs, like ghosts. As the skyscrapers of boxes crowded my room, I decided to unpack them. My lemon yellow dresser was brought up and I unpacked my clothes. Moving makes you realize all the things you have hoarded in your drawers that you have not seen in years. I sat there on the floor laughing at the old things that I would have thrown away if I knew were all in the boxes. My room was starting to be put together piece by piece.
I helped the movers, by telling them where to put things ,and when it was all over and they had left, it was just me, and my family in this new house. It was already growing on me. As I looked at the placed furniture and the way the house was getting together. I realized that I would embrace the new adventures to come here. Also that even though it was not the same familiar, house that I had grown close too. I still had my family and friends, just a new house. Maybe this would be fun after all.