os feiticeiros de waverly place

Chapter one New Life
It was eighty-nine outside in Texas. I wore my white eye renda, rendas, laço camisa as a fare gustier. I was moving to Forks, Washington. The rainiest place in the United States of America. My mom Shelby she was a superstar in singing. She married John Jackson. I put my head in my bag trying to fall asleep but my mom keeps waking me up. When we got to the airport it was sunny as always.
“Mom, I don’t want to go” I complained.
“Cleo, I saved up like I don’t know a thousand dollars so you can spent mais time with you’re father Ron” Shelby said.
I rolled my eyes and got on the...