Moving to Alaska

   


It was a sunny day in Saint Marys Georgia.  It was 2010 and I was 10 years old.  I was riding home from school in my dad's green truck.  I walked in my house and my brown boxer, named Chesney was waiting for me.  My dad was sitting on our soft red couch.  I took off my green jacket.  I headed towards the back door to let my dog out.  Then I came inside and the oven was beeping with pizza in it.  Then we sat down to eat and my mom and dad said we got orders to where we were moving, and we were going to Sitka, Alaska, for 3-4 years, or until dad made chief.

"Hey mom," I said.
"Hey, how was school?" she asked.
"Good.  I got an A on my math test." I replied.
"Cool." she said.
"Hey, dad how was work?" I said.
"Good.  I got to shoot new guns." he said.
"Why's the oven beeping?" I said.
"That's your pizza about to be ready." he replied.
"Go walk Chesney please." she shouted.
"OK. Chesney come here." I shouted.
"Bark, bark, bark." he barked
"Hey your snack is ready," she said.
"Sit down we have something important to tell you," he said.
"What is it?" I nervously asked.
"We got orders to where we're moving!" she said.
"Where?"  I said.
"Well son, Sitka, Alaska," he said.
"What?" I yelled.
"Yes and they have no fast food restaurants," she said
"Will it snow?" I asked.
"Yes!" he said.
"When do we leave?" I asked.
"July 16," he said.
"OK, can't wait," I said.

There I was on the road moving to Alaska.  Turns out it snows, but there are no fast food restaurants here.  I like it here because it's fun and you get to walk in town.  Never the less, where ever we move will be our home.