Chapter 1

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Neveah^

Neveah's POV

My dad pulls out the rest of the boxes from the moving truck " ugh daddy why do we have to help you again?" says my little sister Clarissa.

"Because we have a lot of boxes to move in here and I can't do this alone," says my dad

Ok, so you're probably wondering what's happening here well here's the story. You see when my dad married my mom he had no idea that she was super rich anyway that helped us a lot trust me but when my mom and dad got divorced we lost a lot. No my dad did not have a job and yes my mom did have a job and they split the money fair and square but when my mom left she took everything. LIKE EVERYTHING including the money and house. The only thing we had left was our clothes, toiletries, toys, etc. Oh and I totally forgot! The reason why my dad doesn't have a job is that he is a secret spy my sister doesn't know about it...yet. I know about it because I'm an agent in training. When we moved then everything went downhill we were now an hour away from headquarters instead of being 20 minutes away.

My mom never knew about this because my dad never really trusted her. I always thought she was kind of suspicious but dad said it was just because she was a bad person. She always ordered him to do this and do that. One day my dad had enough and yeah they got divorced. Honestly, I couldn't care less about her. We don't talk about her, we don't even mention her name. She's dead to us. She is the whole reason I am mute. Yes, you heard that right I'm mute but I choose to be mute. Anyway yeah, welcome to my life.

My dad tosses me the keys to our apartment. "You can open the door and take a look inside if you want." My dad says I just nod and walk to the door. When I walk in it's nothing like I expected it to be. The walls are a pale color with a tint of yellow and the whole apartment is carpeted. There are two rooms meaning me and my sister are going to be sharing a room. Again. There's only one bathroom but big enough for us to share. I guess it's a pretty comfortable house to live in. Right, when I was going to go back to help with the boxes something catches my eye. When I put my full attention on the object I realize that it isn't an object at all it's a dead rat! I'm not scared of it like most people actually. I love rats but this gives me the feeling that no one has been here for a long time. Can't wait to clean this up! Note the sarcasm.


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