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"Tell me it isn't true! Tell me, T!" Wendy screamed in my face.

"Wendy, calm down" Adrian said.

"Calm down!? Calm down!? Our best friend is moving!"

"She's moving for a good reason"

"She's moving cause of her damn parents"

"It's not their fault Wendy, my parents just want me to learn a good lesson for leaving Jessie all alone"

"Are you actually not gonna fight back? They don't have the right to kick you out of the house. You need to be your family"

"I'll be fine Wendy. I'm flattered that your worried about me, but it's too late to turn back now, my parents are already packing my things as we speak"

"But why move schools? Huh? Can't they just drop you off?"

"It's part of the whole "responsible lesson"

"I will miss you guys like hell. You'll miss me too right?"

"Of course"

"Before you leave, can we have our last drink together?"

"Sure" The four of us opened a beer at the same time and tapped our cans together. I went home after that, there was a U-Haul rental truck in front of my house. And men helping my dad move them my furniture. I went inside into my room and saw that it was half empty. There were boxes everywhere, in my room and living room. My mom was packing all the clothes up.

"Oh, welcome home baby, I'm glad you actually came home early"

"Why wouldn't I?" she chuckled.

"Well there's still a lot of clothes that need to be packed"

"Okay"

"Oh, how did your friends take it?"

"Two of them were upset, Wendy was.. Devastated"

"Oh, honey," she hugged me,"It'll be okay, you can still visit them and they can visit you"

"I know" I helped with the rest of the clothes and ate dinner after that. Once all my furniture was in my apartment, my dad took me there to settle my furniture. When I walk in, the living room is to the right, the couch was against the wall a few feet to the right of the door. A mini table with a box, magazines on it and another living room table next to it with a drawing of mine leaning on the wall, a plant and a tissue box. A coffee table sat in front of the couch on top of a rug. A pot of flowers, a family picture and book sat on top of the coffee table. Three paintings were hung behind the couch, one of the world, and left one of a tree and the right of a house. And another couch chair sat on the other side of the coffee table. Behind the the couch chair, was a desk that touched the wall with a PC and a few books. The living room connected to my bedroom. My bed was on the further right wall, it wasn't much of a bed, it was really just a mattress with a lot of pillows and two blankets. Beside the mattress bed, was a table with no legs and just had a clock and another pot of flowers and a window beside it with the curtain slided to the side. Above my mattress bed hung see through curtains with twinkle lights. To the right of the door was a lamp and my drawer with decor including flowers. In front of the drawer were my stack of shoes and my old guitar and the to the left was my closet, next to the closet was a mirror and a fake plant. Leaving my room, you can go to the left passing the living room to the interior, the rest of my canvases were on a rack, several other pantings were around it. The glass door next to it led to the balcony where a few plants to the left and to the right was an egg shaped seat that hung from the balcony up with two blankets and pillows placed on them. The bathroom is next to the rack of paintings and the kitchen. Once you enter it, there's a wall thing separating half the room, so if anyone were to walk in, you'd be covered. The sink to the left and the shower next to it leading to the toilet. And the kitchen has the fridge in between two counters and a long line of counters lead to the end of the corner with the table in the the middle on a leaning on the window with flowers on the side. A stove, a sink and kitchen appliances fill up the counters. And to top it off, my stack of wine and beer beside the counter and a few feet away from the table and trash can on the other side. Finally a big shelf of books to the wall of the kitchen, to the left of the front door. My wall was full of paintings and drawing, the place has an indie style.

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