in Pennsylvania
March 13th, 2002
As soon as I got off the plane, I knew Los Angelos would be my worst nightmare. Wisconsin is do different. Not just weather-wise either.
My mom smiled at me. "Isn't this great, honey bear? Hollywood is only a half hour away!"
I couldn't believe my MOTHER would get so wrapped up in the movie-star stuff. I mean, come on! She's practically ancient.
I just nodded in reply as I got into the old beat-up truck. This was the only thing my parents had decided to keep during the big move. We rattled our way down highways. All I could see were huge mansions, with entire glass fronts. I wondered what our house would look like. We weren't exactly rich. In fact, my dad said he might be unemployed for a while. I was sure we would make it by. My parents are really hard workers.
I eventually fell asleep. Then suddenly the car stopped. I look up ahead. Their was a tiny blue trailor with a crooked porch. It honestly was the size of my old room.
"Mo-om?" I said tiredly. She turned around.
"Yes, hunny?"
"Why are we here? Did the car break down?" I said.
Mom laughed. Then she explained that this was our house. Our house! Even though we weren't rich in Wisconsin, we weren't this dirt poor. Mom went on to explain that houses in Los Angelos were a LOT more expensive then ones in Wisconsin. I was thinking, then why did we move here? But I didn't want to be rude. Even though with all my heart, I wished I was back in Wisconsin.
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