Moving?

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Chapter One// Moving?

I threw my clothes into the suitcase. Looking around at the surroundings I'll never see again. Everything I became so comfortable with, was shattered in a single turn.

I had to live with Ava now.. Her name even disgusts me. She had nine years to reconnect with me, but she didn't care enough to think that her daughter might need her mother. She didn't even fight for me, I hated every inch of her. I don't even remember how she looks, or how her voice sounded. But the way she just got up and left.. Made me hate her with a burning passion. Even though I'm leaving, I'm happy to at least take the last piece of my dad, his dog Rory.

But I guess it's time to meet her, she's all I have left. My father just died a week before, he was hit by a drunk driver when he made a turn into Cass street. My father and I were really close, we both liked horror movies, fishing, we liked the same music. He understood me, and I him. He was always there for me, like a best friend.

Now that was over, he's gone and I can't even cry about it without someone asking where I was going next. The truth is, I didn't know. I wanted to go to Northwestern University since it was so close and now.. That dream is almost crushed. So to answer where I am going next: to Hellhole, California.

Also known as Ava's big house in California.

I put the last shirt into the suitcase and zipped it shut. I carried it out to the cab and climbed into the backseat. Taking a last glance at my house before the bright yellow vehicle drove off.

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I hopped into my last cab from the airport to Ava's house. Believe me, the drive wasn't long enough. I did blast Apology by Alesana on my phone, trying to forget where I'm going. I looked outside for a moment. There was a town we were driving by. We drove by a brick white building that was spray painted on the side. The graffiti read: You aren't in the world that's real, but a would you only know in your mind.

It must have a deep meaning I thought. I'm not exactly in the mood for deep intellectual thinking.. So I returned to my music. But I soon realized that Ava's house was a bit.. Out of town. We were driving into a part of the woods area and stopped in front of a large wooden house, a Victorian style house. It wasn't modern, it was old looking. I shook my head, "I can't believe this is the house." I threw a bag over my shoulder and dragged a wheeling suitcase behind me. I gripped onto Rory's leash, I shook my head silently and walked up to the large brown, wooden door. It had one of those things that you use to knock on the door. I used it and it made a hollow sound, it was loud.

It wasn't long before the door creaked open and I was greeted by a middle aged woman, she holding a broom and was a bit dirty. She also kind of smelled like mop water and detergent, it burned my nose. "Can I help you?" She asked in a small voice. "I'm Kat," I held my hand out. "the girl Ava is taking in." She shook my hand hesitantly and let me in, I flinched when the door behind me closed. "Ah yes, madam is waiting for you. Wait here." I smiled and nodded, she left the hallway. I held tightly onto Rory, he might break something. Rory was a blue-eyed husky dog, still a puppy, but he was big.

The house was old looking inside too, but it looked like only a wealthy person could afford it. With it's stained glass windows, perfect smooth wood making the house look like it would fall apart with the softest of touches. I wasn't going to get used to it anytime soon, this house didn't feel like home. Not my home, my home was in Illinois.

The lady came in a few moments later. "Madam wants you to get settled before you go and meet her, she's busy at the moment." She spoke silently. I let out a snort. "She wants to keep me busy already? But maybe she is busy, I mean why else wouldn't I have seen her for nine years." I said, the lady seemed a little shaken by my rude words. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I'm not normally like this, tragedy is bringing out the worst in me isn't it? Why don't we introduce each other." I smiled warmly, the corners of her mouth broke in a small smile.

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