Part 2
"DO DO DO DO DO DOOOOOOO!! Welcome you have made it too Philoesquix.” Said a voice; that made me jump!
“ Ahh finally our new home,” Mum said grinning to herself.
“It’ll never be a home to me,” I muttered under my breath.
“ What was that?”
“What Mum? I didn’t say anything,”
“Yeah right. Come on little missy. Lets go and find this town,” so we went out to show our pass ports. AGAIN. Suddenly, I bumped into this boy about my age. He had curly light but somehow dark afro type of hair. His eyes were a beautiful green and he had a few freckles around his nose. By the way he is DEFINITELY I repeat, DEFINITELY not a stranger. EVER! And I say that because of the title.
“ Excuse me,” I said helping him pick up his bag.
“ It’s ok, accidents happen,” He said and he walked way faster, but in the same direction. So I recon I would see him again. I just knew it. This country is getting stranger. Now we were all given a Motorola (Motor bike in other words). I saw that boy get one too. I thought about talking to him. He seemed like the perfect friend. I thought I would be terrible riding the "Motorola" But I wasn't that bad; to my surprise. Mum was awesome at it! When we arrived to the town it looked joyful and happy. I didn't want to be there though. But I have to admit, our house is amazing. It's the best house ever. Plus there was one of those car things waiting there we didn't even have to pay for it. I think it's called a Rac. I see what they did because that is car backwards. Soon a women came to check if we settle in ok and if every thing is ok. Apparently my mum spoke to her on the phone. She was probably supposed to check on us. This story is going pretty well so far. Don't you think?
By Kimberley