CH. 3: Dad is Mysteriously Mad?

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We put all our stuff in the moving truck, we were going to the house tomorrow

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We put all our stuff in the moving truck, we were going to the house tomorrow. "Dad, where's my makeup?" I asked. "None of your business!" He hissed, "leave me alone!" I was confused. Why had dad gotten so aggressive all of a sudden? I didn't speak to Annalise about it because I didn't want to.

"Why are you acting like this?" I asked, confused. He ignored me. Ofc (of course). I peaked my eye into a box that said "Sadie." I opened the box and saw my makeup. Thanks Annalise or dad. I thought to myself.

Maybe I was wrong about Annalise being annoying.

Maybe we were friends.

I saw Annalise on the couch reading The Wild Robot. It's a kids book, I ain't a kid. But it's good. "Finished packing?" I asked Annalise. "Yeah, I like reading books and I just got this book, soooo?" Giggled Annalise. I giggled a bit too. Dad came in, looking angry as hell. "Why the hell haven't you brought your box yet? Get up!" Screamed dad.

I began to get nervous. I was getting anxious. "S-Sorry!" I cried. Dad rolled his eyes. "Just get your box."

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