I used to live in the city. I live in the country now. City life was fun. Especially when out with your friends. You have a big, big, city to yourself with loads to do until the moon comes out to play and until the moon ruins everything. But that’s all in the past now. Every single day, instead of speedy cars zooming by I have a an eerie and awful silence. Instead of newspaper in bundles crossing the road I have grass tons and tons of it. There’s a clear sky and the air is dead.
After a couple of days, I got used to it, settled in it not so bad now. I go to school and made new friends nearly better than my old ones. For the first day I whinged and whinged and whinged and all my mother would do was glare at me for a good second or two, then looked away and got on to what she as doing – what does that mean anyways when parents just glare at you? Here and then I would think to run away, although I know the city is like a million miles away.
Yes from time to time I’m a little bit lonely, but it doesn’t matter, at least I don’t have to dance around on the pavement dodging people that should look what’s in their way. That’s always a plus. I always think someday we’re going to run out of grass. Apparently that’s impossible, but come on it’s bound to happen sometime. There’s so much of it inside the countryside, so much that sometimes it can be irritating. School also is way different and I’m not used to these other teachers. But you know this is my new home it’s my home away from my usual home and I love it! I’m never going back to the city!