"C'mon Chancy! We're going to be late. Hurry up and get in the car", yelled Chantelle's mother.
"Coming mom!" Chantelle shouted as she quickly stuffed her favourite lilac hoodie inside her bag and grabbed her sketchpad, regretting the fact that she had left packing for the last minute. But then again, she was Chantelle, she left everything for the last minute.
Lugging her over-stuffed bag down the stairs, she realised how much she was going to miss her home. When her dad first old her about their plans to shift, like a typical teenager, she had rebelled. But much to her dismay, rebelling wasn't going to prevent her father's job transfer to San Francisco.
Chantelle wasn't the type of girl who had many friends. Sure, she was loved by her entire school but they were mere acquaintances. She vividly remembered saying a heartfelt goodbye to her best friend Nicky and fresh tears threatened to spill from her eyes. A faint smile played at her lips as she recalled all the good times they'd spent together, until her mother's annoying voice brought her out of her reverie.
"CHANTELLE JEAN SMITH! STOP STANDING THERE LIKE A DODO AND GET IN THE CAR THIS INSTANT!! WE'RE LATE!"
"Like a dodo?" snorted Chantelle's younger sister Charlotte, "honestly mom, your insults get more and more creative every time."
Their father, Dylan Smith seemed to be in quite a good mood as he hummed to himself in the driver's seat while everybody else piled into the car.
Once everybody was safely strapped to their seats, Dylan pushed the gas pedal and declared, " San Francisco! Here we come..."
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