Z+moving from Number 3

When my mother announced that we'd move. I nearly died. Like I was
dead already. I loved my house. It had big tall windows with big tall
rooms with big tall furniture and it was a big tall house. It was mine.
My bedroom. My kitchen. Okay! Well, I was my bedroom. stupid mammy. Why
does she want to move? She's stupid. Very stupid.

9 WEEKS LATER!!

I love it here. It's a massive house. Why didn't we move sooner!!