Yumi sighed, her eyes out on the freeway. Her father veered right, off exit 32. Hiroki started being a real pain, asking, "Sommes-nous là encore? (Are we there yet?)" every three minutes.

"Hiroki, a fermé vers le haut! (Hiroki, shut up!)" Yumi yelled after twelve minutes.

Her father pulled down a street called Cannan. Then, he turned right onto Mary Avenue. He pulled in front of a yellow-ish house. "Voilà! Notre nouvelle maison! (Here we are! Our new home!)" he cried. Yumi gasped. She hated America already.

Her mother opened her daughter's car doorand lead her inside the new house. "Voilà!" she cried.

Yumi sighed. "Quand l'école commence-t-elle? (When does school start?)"

"Le quatrième septembre (September fourth)"

{How great. This is falling apart already! It's August 31! I don't even have a desk yet, and they want me to start school?}