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When the bell rings after school, I sit in my desk for about two minutes before I get up to leave. I pause at the door and turn back to face the class room for the last time before I leave.

When I get outside I have to run to get on the bus so I don't get left behind. I get on, quickly find a free seat and pull out my earphones. My music starts playing and I start to feel ok. When a thousand years by Christina Perry comes on.

"I'll love you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more!" I sing with tears in my eyes.

" What the hell? Why are you crying? You baby!" The jerk on the bus yelled.

" Leave me alone you jerk." I whisper under my breath.

" If your going say something just say it, don't whisper it's rude." He teases.

" YOU WANNA KNOW WHY IM CRYING?" I yell. "IM CRYING BECAUSE I AM BEING FORCED TO MOVE AWAY! NOW IF YOU DONT MIND I WOULD LIKE TO BE LEFT ALONE!"

The minute I stop yelling and show him I don't want to be bothered, I was left alone.

"England. I don't want to go to England. Maybe if I talk to Ma she can sell the house there and cancel on the movers. Ya. That's what I'll do the minute I get home." I whisper to myself.

I stared out the window the whole bus ride thinking of ways to make my Mom cancel us moving.

Once the bus dropped me off at home I walk inside to talk to Ma.

"Ma can I please talk to you about something?" I ask.

" No time for chatter help the movers get the furniture and shit out to the truck." Ma said sounding rushed.

" But Ma I really need to talk to you." I state.

"I told you we don't have time, we have to get out of the house by 4:30, now move!" Ma shrieked.

I'm about to start arguing but I decide that either way she probably won't cancel so I just went to my room. When I get up there I reach to the top of my closet, grab my pink and blue poco dot suitcase and start packing all my stuff.

When the I have all my doodads and junk packed, I grab the suitcase with the two pillows off my bed and the poster off the wall. I walk downstairs and I am shocked with how empty the house looks. As I stand on the stairs slowly looking around trying to memorize the structure, I hear Ma scream at me to hurry up and get in the truck. I stumble outside and the minute I get the door shut Ma starts driving like a mad woman to get to the airport.

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