One. Two. Die.

"We're moving!" my mother exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh great, another old house mom loves," my sister Jenna said. She's 17 and she thinks she's so great.

"Jenna, this is a nice big house! I'm serious. It has so many historical values. It's big, it's interesting, and it's in Indiana!"

"Indiana?" Both Jenna and I said at once.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"We live in Florida!" Jenna said. "Meaning I don't get to see any of my friends! Then there's going to be a long plane flight, and it will be for nothing! Just some dumb old sh--"

"It's going to be great," Dad walked in, pouring coffee in his cup.

"Sure," I said. "All of my friends will disappear momentarily."

"Aww, is the baby crying?" Jenna said.

"Jenna, don't act like you're 10 years old. Act your age."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Why should I? All of my friends are going to be gone, I'm moving into a new place that's old and creepy. You'd be like this too, mom."

"Jenna. Get to your room. You're grounded."

Jenna raised an eyebrow. "Why? Because I don't want to live in a stupid house?"

"Get up there!"

Jenna stormed up to her room. "Well, family," dad said. "Start packing. Soon we'll be in our new place!"

Well, I got to pack, then I got to say goodbye to my friends.

And I'm going to be a freshman somewhere in Indiana now, oh great.