I met Change when my mother spoke to me. She told me we were leaving our old lives behind and moving to Australia.
We waved our lastgoodbyes like soldiers in the rain. All I could do was watch helplessly fromthe back of the cab as the fragile frame of my grandmother disappeared into thedistance. Little did I know that this was only the beginning of the neverending rollercoaster that was now my life.
The new school was a prison, sucking joy out of the air faster than a vacuum cleaner. Nobody exceptmy shadow to talk to. Change had followed me all the way from Nanjing andseemed to hover over my head like a storm cloud everywhere I went.
Although our new housewasn’t too bad, I just couldn’t stop my thoughts washing back to my old life. The fun and adventure I had left behind with my Grandma. The worst was that I could do nothing about it.
Just when I thought Changehad gone, wave two came barreling down. Swirling, falling, tumbling around me. Whatwas once my family, my friend, is gone; taken by the winds of change. My home,a kingdom with a new king, a sky with a new sun.
But it was the little things too, the ones that came out of the blue. When I tried my best, but my plans just didn’t seem to succeed and all I had left was an unexpected mess.