Moving Houses

• Beverly Kho, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2009

What was I supposed to do? I knew what my friend did was wrong, but I couldn’t tell her that it was wrong. If I tell her she would get extremely mad at me. Do you want me to tell you what my friend did? She bounced the ball on the glass window and she broke it! Then she said that I did it! Now I am really mad at her. I am asking my mum, “Can we move houses”? Mum asked “Why, Jessica?” “This is because the house is getting too old”. I said. “Okay”. Mum said. “We will move houses in two days. I just need to find a house”. Mum said. I said “Yippee!” I danced all around the room. I was really happy because I could go to a new school and my friend can’t blame it on me.
The door bell rang and I thought it was my friend. I went to answer it. It was dad, “Hi, dad” I said. I told dad that we were going to move houses. Dad asked mum why? Mum said, “Because this house is getting old and I have been looking for a house. I look very nice and it is very cheap.” Dad said. We packed. I was dreaming about the new house. Mum called my school.
On Sunday, we moved. They found a school for me. I had a great time at the school. I called my old friend. I told her that what she did was wrong. She was happy that I pointed out what she did wrong. She said that they are going to move houses too. I asked, “Where is the house going to be? At Charles Street.”She said. “That’s awesome.” I said, because I live there. We went to the same school and I was so happy.