Now I know...

.. What my parents where hiding!  This is Myra Ross tuning in with the most shocking news of the century!

We. Are. Moving.  (*Dramatic Music and some lady swooning in the background*)

There!  I said it!  And something else is happening too. 

I never told you, but I'm home schooled.  

My parents won't have enough money for my school text-books and everything, so I'm going to PUBLIC School.  

I am so dead.  So very very VERY dead.

I will be the new girl, AND a home-schooled weirdo, AND a Christian.  That makes me a MUCH bigger target for trouble.  A MUCH bigger target.

The best thing is that we are moving to Ridgevill so i can be near my cousin Emily and her fam'.

My sister Ellen is staying here though.  She is going to take care of our house here while Sean and I have to go to this scary school.  I should probably clear this up a bit... Ellen is 19, Sean is 17, and I am 14 (almost 15..  My birthday is coming up.).

Here is how I found out what was up:

My parent where in the dining room talking.  I was up in my bedroom typing away on a book I'm writing on my laptop.  I get a text from Sean; "heads up"

I here foot steps and a knock on my door.

"Myra?  Cam we come in?"  I heard my dads voice say.  

"The door is open, come on in."  I give the okay.  

I close my laptop and turn around.  "What's up?"  I asked sort of nervous.   My mom, dad, and brother and sister are standing by the door.  

There is one of those uncomfortably long silences followed.  Ellen staring at the roof, my dad staring at a picture on the wall, my mom staring into my messy closet, and Sean messing around with his cell phone.  

I get a text from my cousin Emily:  I look down at my phone.

"Did they tell you yet?" it read.  I look up.  

"What's going on?  Some one needs to spill the beans."  

My dad looks at me.  "We're moving." his voice faltered.  "My job needs me to go to Ridgevill for a while..."

And everything spilled after that.

After they all left (except for Sean who was still standing there playing with his phone) i texted Emily back.

"Yup.  they told.  why didn't you?"

This was the response i got back:"I didn't know until Sean sent me an email.  I did 't even know he knew how to use a computer :)"

"Sean," I said, "do you have an email?"

He smiled and walked out of the room.

My brother isn't normally good with electronics.  I'm surprised.  Five minuets later i got the text; "how do you turn on the computer" and i smiled and went to help him.  

Now, i'm sitting on my bed wondering how I get into the kinds of things.  I don't want to move.  I've lived here my whole life.

Myra

Meet Myra Ross

Hi Ya'll, so I told you that I wanted to do a continuing story in my post-before-last.  So without further ado~ The Myrtle Ross letters

Dear Readers,

This is Myrtle Ross!  Yeah I know.  I have a very old fashioned name and I don't like it much, so most people call me Myra (it sounds just like it's spelled).

Where do I begin?  How about, describing myself?  All right then. 

I'm sorta short.  You know, 5"2' isn't super tall. 

I have really black curly hair that goes down to my waist, and really odd eyes... 

A sorta purple/green color.  It's a pretty color so I'm told. 

I also have freckles.  Why do I have freckles?  They are the oddest feature on my face. 

I think I'm not very pretty, but everyone else says i am.  

My cousin Emily says I have a mysteriously gorgeous look (Em' is a little dramatic).  

My older sister Ellen says I'm plainly pretty.  

And my big brother, Sean, says that the world ought to have more eyes like mine.  For being a boy, he is a sweet brother.

My cousin Emily is almost the spitting image of me.  

There is only a handful of reasons why we aren't the same: 

1. Her hair is black but it is shoulder length 

2. Her eyes are round when mine are more of an almond shape

3. Her eyes are a startling green

4. You can't really tell, but she is taller by almost 3/4 of an inch

5. She has long hands.  My hands are small.

And the things you can't see:  She has a more out-going personality and (as I've said) slightly dramatic.  She is one week older than me.  

We used to do everything together.  We seen each other every day for years.  That ended the fateful day 4 years ago when she moved to *Ridgevill.  

A few weeks before she left, we both confided in each other that our parents where acting strange.  Then we both found out that she was going to move. 

I'm writing this because my parents have been acting that same way they did four years ago.  Something is going to change.  Big time.

So what did you think?  I hope you enjoyed her "preview!"  

Maddie

*not a real place, i just made it up:-D