(Still Dru's point of view)
I gasp as I see a moving truck pull into my driveway, followed by Ian's moms truck. An old pickup that is totally out of place in my neighbourhood.
I feel a bit betrayed as I hadn't known Ian and his mom were moving in today.
"Dru! Come help us bring in these boxes!" My dad yells from downstairs.
"Can't! My fingernails are still drying!" That's a lie, I didn't paint my nails. I just really do not want to carry in boxes. I wonder why my dad doesn't just get someone to do it.
I run down the spiral stair case leading to my kitchen. The front door is open and Ian's mom is carrying a chair. A big chair. By herself.
"You need help with that?" I ask, surprsied at her strength.
Her voice is muffled by the chair. She says, "I got it. Spy training." That explains it. I walk around her and down the driveway.
"What can I help carry?" I ask my dad, who's handing a desk to Ian to carry.
"Well, we have some boxes here with soy weapons and explosives, as long as you don't drop it-"
"You're kidding right?"
"Of course I am. I'll carry that box myself."
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Ian's point of view
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My room has a balcony that is attatched to Dru's rrom. I go out on the balcony and to my left is a door to Dru's rrom. I sit down on my bed on the only spot that is not covered in boxes. To be quite honest, I miss my old house. We wouldn't have been able to all live there, though. There's no basement and there's only two rooms. So, living in this house is going to be a big change.
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