chapter 1: leaving home

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I didn't want to go. I just didn't. I was tired of this. It was the sixth time we were moving and I was just getting pretty popular at school.
But my mom and dad have a hard time at work because they want to do things their own way and pretend that they are the boss of their own bosses in which I got really mad at them. So now they said once they find a new job in a new neighborhood, they will try not to be the boss of everything for a change, and try not to get fired either.
And your probably wondering: why didn't they just find new jobs? Well that's what I'm wondering too. My parents had me and my siblings one year apart (witch is weird) and they still have NO parenting skills at all. They are too lazy to find new jobs. Plus, (weirdly enough) they always get fired right before they get a check when they have to pay for the house. So we get kicked out. But this time they got a decent price in work and got fired right after when my mom snapped back at her boss and when my dad, the next day, yelled at a cliant for being rude. So instead of a small stupid apartment, we can get a regular house at last! But that's about the only good thing that is good about moving (and besides the fact that we plan on not moving again).
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Now about me. Of course, my name is kassie. I have long navy hair and my eyes match my hair color. I'm 15 years old and I love art and music. My favorite color is blue~ any type of blue. Now since that is out of the way, well move on to the story.
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I opened my drawer and began to take out my clothes. I should've known we were gonna move again because I realised that I didn't fold my clothes. So I had to fold them into my luggage (witch is sky blue) so that I won't have trouble closing it.

As I was folding I heard a tapping on my window, tap tap tap, tap tap tap. It was just so sudden. When I turned around there was...nothing, nothing at all. I didn't pay any mind to it. I mean, I didnt even believe in ghosts anyway.

"Kassie" my mom yelled from the kitchen. "Ugh, what mom?" I yelled back. "Can you come here for a minute?" I sighed, why does this lady call me every two seconds? I slowly brang myself up and out of my bed and walked to the kitchen.

"Yes?" I asked quite annoyed that she kept calling me for random things when she knew that I was supposed to pack up for the move.

"Help me cut the tomatoes and the unions" she said handing me a knife. The feeling of the knife when I touched it gave me a deppresing feeling as a split flashback occurred in my head. I was never going to forget that. I wanted to but I couldn't.
I took two onions and began to cut as my eyes got watery. "What's wrong sweetie?" My mom asked "I looked at her with a serious face." Look what I'm cutting before you ask" Her worried face formed to a smile. "Oh sorry" she chuckled "I forgot" she said as took two big tomatoes out of the fridge and placed them on the counter.

"Now," she said as she turned to me. "I'm gonna be in the living room helping your father untangle the wires to the TV so we can be able to put it in the moving truck tomorrow."
"Okay" I said as I finished my last onion. I took a paper towel and wiped my eyes dry. I put the chopped onions in the salad and began cutting the tomatoes. Then I heard it agian. Tap tap tap,tap tap... I turned to look but still nothing. Mabey it was just some stupid kid pulling a stupid prank on me. I ignored it and cept cutting.
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After dinner the truck came. It was one of those moving-trucks or whatever you call them. I hurried upstairs and took my luggage. I made sure I had everything, and went downstairs.

We put everything in the truck and we set off to our new home.

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