Ugh! Its my first day of a new high school. (yay) I never wanted to move to Australia, but I was forced by my father. I can't wait until my 18th birthday to be able to live by myself. "Hanna get your ass out of bed and get ready for school!" my dad, Mitchell screamed up the stairs. "I am getting ready" I yelled back. I went to my bathroom and curled my hair and then put on my make up. I had already picked out what I would wear, black skinny jeans, neon green cami with a white shear tank top over top and black flip flops. When I was ready, I slid down the stairs and grapped an apple for breakfast. "Bye dad", I yelled as I left for school.
I got to my new school. I hate new things, new house, new school, new people, new friends. I just don't like starting over again.