Part One of My Story

Hiding her nose in her books was the best solution to every problem that faced her. She knew that each individual book would hit home in a way and give her bits and pieces to the huge puzzle that needed to be her solution. Though how was she to find a solution to moving? She always loved and respected her parents although having the normal day-to-day quarrels with them, but too much was too much.
Moving her away? To another country?! None the less happening a few days before her lovely-full-of-plans-summer began, the summer where being 16 was the best thing in the world, with no worries but which beach she would visit the next day, or which job she was going to have so as to pay for her summer trip abroad. Oh but no, parents are parents and since she was under age unlike her dear sister, she was forced to go wherever her parents went, alone with only hamsters to keep her company.
“It's all this stupid recessions fault” she thought to herself. She had studied and read up about the recession online keeping up to date with the mess that the Lehman brothers company left behind, never really broadening her research to see who actually discovered the company but always wandered if these brothers wanted to change the world by forming it, as all business men would like to think but never really realising that they will actually one day affect the whole world and hence affect HER.
Her family being broke from this stupid world money crisis as she liked to call it, decided to move to a better place to get a better job, and she still failed to see how Italy was any better. She was so ashamed of being the typical cliché girl after being told the news, stamping her feet while screaming and sobbing that she would not go, although these attempts where futile and all she gained from them was a hoarse voice for a couple of weeks.
“All my dreams, my hopes, the future I wanted is here” she kept pleading till the last hour before their departure. Her parents looked at her as if they didn't understand english anymore.
“April, take control, have faith” Is all she could master telling herself now in the car driving off to what her father thought was the best future he could give her but what she saw was a mere blackness of a future with nothing positive insight for her.
She dove into her book once again, having gotten rid of the horrible dizzy feeling you get whilst reading in a traveling vehicle. Harry potter never disappointed her before, never having much of a happy ending himself, she consoled herself in those books, only coming to the end, crying and making it all worse for some odd reason. So now turning on to the next book on this 12 hour drive that lay ahead of them.
Desperate, she clung to her pillow which she just had to take with her and cried into it silently so that her parents wouldn't realise that she was dying inside just as fast as the car was traveling away from her friends... Her home.