Moving

by Officially

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I went home and worked on homework until around noon, finishing an essay for English class.

Then I went to the sandwich place that Dad had been talking about.

By the time I got there, it was about fifteen minutes until Dad told me to be there, but my parents were already sitting at a table, cups of coffee before them, talking.

I walked over to the table and sat down, and they both looked up at me, a bit startled to see me, but smiling.

“Josephine, your father and I want to talk to you about something,” my mom said, still smiling.

Now however, the smile seemed a little bit different. Excited, yes, as she traded a look with my father, but also nervous.

It reminded me of the last time they had to tell me something. When we moved.

Oh God, we were moving. I had the best friend possible, I’d spent much of the night before making out with a guy that seemed really nice, and things were working out.

And we were moving.

Why?

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Moving

    Dreamer's Buddy Icon Dreamer

    Posted 6 months ago

    NO! NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO !
    crud. that sux.
    WAH . goes off to cry in corner
    Anyway, good twist, however frustrating it may be. lol.
    it’s interesting that she knows the look on her mom’s face so they don’t even have to tell her.

  2. Moving

    Sailor Emo's Buddy Icon Sailor Emo

    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    NO!!!!!!! I FORBID YOU !!!!!! EVEN THOUGH YOU ALREADY SEQUELED IT !!!!!

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