It was on a Sunday the day my family and I moved into our new home. We'd built a two storey house on the corner of Cayliss Rd in Harttick. Dad said it was a 'prestigeous area', but it was far from the Hills, where I had grown up.
"OI! I didn't pay you lot to sit around on your bums, the sofas aren't moving themselves!" said Dad as he yelled at the removalists.
"You're gonna love it here, Tarryn." He had noticed my anxious face. I'd been thinking about moving the entire time. Not that I needed to think about it, I wasn't part of the decision anyway, but for some odd reason I felt that something bad was going to happen. Leaving everything behind - my old school, my old friends, and my old neighbours was only the beginning.
"It's your first day of school tomorrow, my little chick-a-dee!" Dad exclaimed in a bizarre manner.
"Thanks for reminding me. I just can't wait.""No, really. I'm sure you'll make hundreds of new friends at Bundarra High.""Whatever. I'm going up to my room to sort out my stuff.""Sure, honey. Remember we're going out altogether for dinner in an hour or so."I carried the last box of my things upstairs to my bedroom.
My new room was big. Each wall was painted in a different shade of sky blue, and the new fluffed up carpet was a sea-green. I knew it wouldn't stay fluffed up very long. In our old house, we had grey carpet in every room apart from the kitchen, bathrooms and laundry. When the carpets eventually wore out, we ordered in a new, navy blue carpet.
It was long and fluffy, but after a few weeks from feet walking all over it, and furniture pressing down on it,