Near the end of summer, my mom found another house to move into. It was twice as large as our house, and in a much nicer neighborhood. When my mom showed me the house for the first time. I didn't like it. I thought the neighborhood was too pretentious and the layout of the house was weird. Sure, we had a lot more space, but the house was much more comparmentalized and needed some work.

It had been renovated over the years, but it still needed a lot of work, and I didn't look forward to renovating the house while we lived in it. At the same time, I knew why my mom was moving. She wanted to expand her net worth even more, even though that meant I'd have to attend school completely online since the library was way too far away for me to walk to. Plus, Jack needed a good school to go to, which was in the neighborhood my mom wanted to move to. 

I reluctantly packed up my things and helped clean up the house so it was ready to be advertised online. Meanwhile, my mom tried to get me excited about moving by bringing me to our new house a few weeks before our moving date, and showing me around. Our new house was twice the size of our old house. It sat on a street corner, so the front lawn was bigger than the front lawn at our old place, but the backyard was also considerably smaller than our older one, so it wouldn't be harder to mow. The backyard was shaded by huge