Journals [Emison]

December 13

December 13
New meds, new house, new school, new people. I'm used to it though. My mom could never just settle in one place. Things would start to actually fall in place and the next minute, we were up and out of the place in the blink of an eye. School was almost out for winter break. We'd been here almost two days and I was going to be stuck at home because I was not given time to try and make friends. Not that it would've worked, but at least I could've tried. The house is big, too big for just my mom and I, but I wouldn't complain. It's nice, a lot fancier than our old one. The town is small and weird, Rosewood is its name.
Dear journal,
get ready for some crazy, new stories.
Alison.