It was a quiet afternoon,all the trees where shedding there leaves,as I walk home from school.
I approach my house as my father is ever so sternly calling my name"rose"he calls In his deep aching,I thought to my self*he seems so serious,I wonder what's wrong*i ask what's wrong he say "we need to talk about something"I question wealthier I will be able to agree with is discussion he is wanting to talk about he replied with a not so promising look.
We sat down and talk he said"now that your comfortable after getting home I will continue to tell you,after a minute of talk he comes out to say "we are moving Rose" I studded"moving,like moving houses?"he says "moving cities"I get nervous"BUT DAD,we have never lived any where without mom,even with her we stayed here"he replied in a soft but stern voice"it will all be fine let it take its course I have passed my the school to day I have transferred you"dad also says"we are moving tomorrow"(rose)"dad why exactly are we moving?"(dad)"I could afford the land payment"(rose)"oh dear,probably cheap in a smaller house"(rose)"I'll go pack"