“Why are we moving again? i moaned under my breath. The house was in a disoray. All i saw was a sea of brown boxes. All of out memories packed inside of them. “Margie where are your boxes.? my mom asked in a faroff place.
“Margie what are you doing? asked my mom in an exasperated voice. I snapped back to reality” um ..just thinking ” i said hurriedly.Get these boxes downstairs now!” my mom snapped and closed my door.

I sighed another summer in another place,
figures i thought. 
"Margie " 
 i heard my mom call. 
"I'm coming" i yelled. I picked up my boxes
 that held all of my memories and ran downstairs.

I saw the moving van parked outside. I felt tears in my eyes but i pushed them back , I have moved fifteen times. No more crying. I walked out to the van out ogf that house forever.