It Was Awful

When my parents got divorced about a year ago on Friday the thirteenth, my mom picked me up from class in the fifth grade. Instead of going home, she picked up my brother and sister and said we were moving to Texas and my dad wasnt coming. We werent allowed to go and say goodbye to our friends or get any of our things from our house. We got on a bus for ten hours and arrived in Houston where we lived with my moms already new boyfriend. My brother and I missed the graduation we had waited five years for, lost all of our friends, pets, possessions, and most of all we lost our dad.