Tragic Choice

The day we moved from the old house was a bittersweet day. we had finally gotten out of the bad neigherhood we lived in but the life I would have in the new neighborhood wouldn't be a happy one. The new house was a depressing grey with a more depressing black door. My heart filled with sadness each time I layed eyes on my house. The neighbers were't really all that nice and I think the people across the street left their curtains closed just so they did't have to be burdened with looking at our dreadful house. The years we've spent there were terrible, I made no friends and everyone at the school looked down on me and my sister. Looking back I wish we had never moved to that horrible place.