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    *Don't Know Yet* (Writers Block)

    Story written on November 25, 2009 by hniki21.
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    Same as b4.

    Chapter 1: Departure

     Well not so much looking forward to the move but not like I really have any say in it. My father, Arnarldo, died a month or so ago. My mother and I weren't close to him since he was so abusive. He was in the wrong crowd, mob boses and drug deals, etc. So we tried not to keep in contact with him as much as possible. Then we got a letter in the mail stating that he died and left land to us to make up for being a horrible husband and father… blah blah. If you ask me is a bunch of crap, but my mother says its a nice house on nice land, and that the school there is ten times better than the one I'm at. So like I said I have no say in it. If my mom believes that something is better for me, pertaining to school, then she'd move us to mars if thats what it took. I mean that literaly to unfortunately. The best part about it all is that shes making me move in the middle of the year. In a few days it'll be New Years. I have to think positive though, atleast I won't be going to school for a couple of days.

    *Someone knocks on the door, and my mom comes bursting in all happy go lucky as usual*

    "Come on darling, get your stuff together and lets get going. Don't want to be behind getting you there now do we?" She smiled jumping up and down like a three year old, grabbed what few bags I had, and rushed out to the car.

    "Mom you and I both know those bags are going to Goodwill. I'm not a rich snob that has to have dozens of bags when I go somewhere. I only need a few clothes that would last me through out the week. Besides half of those clothes don't fit me anyway." I smiled at her knowing exactly what she was going to say next, and that she was going to go down memory lane.

    "Now I know you think that clothes and fashion aren't a big thing, and I understand that really I do. I'm actually glad that you value things so much," Oh please yeah right, "but you never know when you might find that you want to wear your favorite sweater again, or the jeans you never would take off. Even when going to bed," she giggled and unfortunately kept going, " or those pair of shoes you use to wear just because you thought they looked cute with mud all over them." She had a dazed look that told me she wasn't near-bout finished.

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