The Big Move
K. Reiter
As we drove down the dusty road, I peered out the back window of our red truck. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t fight back the tears any longer. They began to stream down my red cheeks as I tried to quickly wipe them away. Moving was always difficult, but it seemed even more difficult this time. I had made the best of friends here.
My dad’s job took us to many places. I’ve lived in 8 different cities in my 14 years. I’ve seen beautiful places and met many interesting people. Some places I’ve liked better than others. I hated Alabama but loved Texas. Now, we were off to the great state of Washington. My parents promised that I would love it, but what did they know?
As tears continued to slide down my cheeks, I began to remember all the great times that Bethany, Kara and I had in the last 2 years. There were many sleepovers where we would stay up all night. We couldn’t stop laughing. Then, there was the time that we won the basketball tournament and got to have a swim party afterwards. The tears were really coming now. I started breathing heavy, and my parents caught on to what was going on.
“Honey, are you alright?” my mom asked with a worried tone in her voice.
“I’m fine,” I managed to mutter between sobs.
“You’re going to make new friends. You always do,” my dad tried to reassure me. “You will still get to see Bethany and Kara. We can fly them up on Spring Break and with technology these days, you can see each other every day.” My dad laughed at his own idea.
“I know. It just won’t be the same,” I answered.
The drive seemed to take forever. By the time, we finally got to our new house, the sun had settled for the night. Our new house was big and beautiful. I got out of the car, stretched my legs, and headed inside. It was the first time I saw the house, and I started to get excited about the change.
“Hello neighbor,” I heard behind me. When I turned around, I saw a girl about my age holding a basketball. She was out of breath from running up the driveway.
“Hey,” I answered back. “I’m Kendra.”
“Farrah,” she replied. “Want to shoot some hoops?”
“Sure do,” I replied and ran to get my basketball shoes. Maybe the move wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Question
How does the dad’s point of view differ from the narrator’s point of view?
Responses
A The dad is more worrisome about meeting new friends.The dad is more worrisome about meeting new friends.
B The dad is less optimistic about meeting new friends. The dad is less optimistic about meeting new friends.
C The dad is more optimistic about meeting new friends.The dad is more optimistic about meeting new friends.
D The dad is less sympathetic about meeting new friends. The dad is less sympathetic about meeting new friends.