I looked out the car window. Whatever happens, maybe he'll move to Texas. I used to live in California, but now we're moving to Texas to see if anything interesting happens. We've moved 16 times already and I'm getting angry. We moved when I'm my age. When I was born, we moved to Alabama. Then, when I was 2, we moved to Ohio. Then, when I was 3, we moved to Illinois. When I was 4, we moved to Michigan. When I was 5 we moved to Kentucky. When I was 6, we moved to Indiana. When I was 7, we moved to Washington. When I was 8, well I don't remember where we moved after age 7. Oh, right! When I was 15 we moved to California.. I only had 7 friends! I thought Texas would be a change from all the cold. All we did was go to school. We always moved on March 16th. March 16th is my birthday. Anyway, I tapped James on the shoulder. Giacomo is 5 years old. "Mom! Sara hit me!" James whimpered. “Oh, shut up, James. You must be complaining too much to do anything. I got my book Killer Angels. You should learn to be nice to your little brother.” “All I wanted to do was talk to him!” I complained. “It's not fair! James gets everything he wants.” I complained do whatever he wants! All I want is to be trusted and listened to once!” I complained. Dad patted my knee, but he actually hit James's knee. "SILENCE!" I shouted punched him if he didn't stop crying. All he did was cry harder. I put in the My Little Pony CD I made. I hoped I couldn't hear James crying. I punched him light. He began to cry louder. Then I punched him harder. I k... in the center of the living room. I went up the other staircase to the top floor a room. Mom was sitting in a rocking chair. "Mom!" I shouted. "What?" "I found this in the dining room . “I don't know what to do with it. Go show it to your dad. E! I want you to do something else." Mom said as she handed the letter back to me. “Finish unpacking the van.” I sighed and went out into the hallway. I ran down the stairs and tripped on my toes. I stumbled down the stairs and began to fall. When I hit my head on the coffee table, Lilly picked me up. Michelle was standing right next to Lilly. “I saw you fall down the stairs,” Lilly said. “I told Michelle.” “Why can't you just leave me out of this!?” Michelle screamed. Lilly looked down at the floor. I jumped up.