Dear diary,
Sorry, I'm kind of new at this.. But my wonderfull mother gave me this journal.. Said it would "help me through this".. Sorry, but I don't think anything Could really help right now.
Oh.. I should probably write what's wrong, right? Well I'm being dragged away to a new place. Away from my home. My friends. My family. To another country.
I tried talking to my friends, but they don't get it.. They think I'm "lucky".. Yea, I thought it would have been cool too, until it actually happened.
Where am I going? Back to Doncaster.
I was born there.. But my Mum got a job here.. So we moved, but I was only like 3, I didn't care then.. But now that I'm 15, I care. I care alot. This is my home now.
Sounds like a fairy tale or dream, right? Wrong. I don't want to go. not one single bit. Call me crazy. But I'll miss my home.
But it's too late now. I told my mom I'd be happy to go.. But I didn't think she would really accept the job.. I thought she was joking. I mean she always said I wasn't even allowed to go to London for College.
I live in Cohoes, New York in America.. So Doncaster is a huge difference from here.
Well, I have school.. So maybe I'll write later..
xx, Alexandreah Rose Maries.
