I peek out from behind my comforting neck pillow in the car. This is it. My mother says. Our new home. My older sister, Brit (her name is actually Britney, but she insists we call her "Brit"), mumbles something I can't make out in the backseat of our beatup, rusty Subaru. The veiw is of a bright neon green house. When the car stops, Brit reluctantly grabs her large emount of huge bags and starts to carry them towards the front door. I slowly carry my few bags up the old, creaking steps to our new home. I can tell that Brit and I are holding back tears and wishing for our friends back in Tenessee to call soon. My father shows us to our new room. Not our rooms but our room. This is turning out to be a terrible start to our new life in Louisiana. I am restless throughout the night. Around 2 A.M. I decide to take a walk. I turn in the warm summer air to spot a pitiful spotted kitten.
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Photo10-House. Write a story or poem based on this illustration (by Ava Kendrick of Harwood Union High School, Vermont.)