Well, I stand there at the door way of my new home. I wait until the door opens. I see a familiar face. I have seen her before. I think she is my grate grandma. she looks old and has white hair. I heard my grandma say that we are going to live with her.I think she has cancer! I look around it looks like we are in the suburbs. She is looking at me like I'm some kind of weird creature. I hear my sister say "I hate you, why did you have to move us" then I start to think that this isn't going to work!
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In reality
FantasySo you know that middle school can be a drag sometimes. I realize that I am not the perfect person in the world but I know what reality is, most people don't. Anyways, I got token a way from mom at five and my sister was one. It ain't like she is a...
