Chapter 3: Until We Meet Again

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A/n - Here's another chapter, hope you enjoy!

Key

f/a - Favorite animal

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"...What?!"

My brain wasn't really comprehending what was going on.

"Wait, you guys are joking, right?" trying to convince myself it was all a big joke, my parents thought otherwise.

"Y/n, we really are moving, even if you like it or not." my mom seriously said. My father nodded, joining in on the conversation.

"Your mother is right y/n, we are moving. And that's that."

"Can't I just stay here? I can't just abandon Shinsou!", in all honesty, I really didn't want to leave Shinsou. He was my friend and I can't just leave him.

"Shinsou will be fine without you, he can still talk to you over your phone."

"But it won't be the same, he's literally my only friend I have."

"Y/n. We need this change and without it, we won't progress economically in life. We're moving. Final." feeling a bit guilty about the 'argument' that happened, I looked down back at my unfinished food and began to eat little bits and bites as my mom said these words to me.

"Y/n, we need you to start packing once we get home. We'll be leaving in a few days." father said as he finished his food and called over a waiter to pay the bill.

"Yes father.", I said automatically as the three of us got up and went out the doors and into the car.

We were finally on our way back home when I decided to just scroll through my phone.

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As we finally arrived home, my mom parked the car in the driveway, and we all got out and entered our house for the time being. After taking off my shoes at the front door and placing them neatly near the shoe rack, I went upstairs as my parents went elsewhere.

Finally arriving at my room, I entered and closed the door behind me. Walking towards my closet, I open it and begin to dig for some suitcases. I finally find an old that was buried in there for who knows how long. My mom told me that it used to belong to my grandfather; her dad's, back when he was in America and that once I was born, he wanted it to be passed down to me. Come to think of it, I have a lot of my grandfather's things.

When I was younger, my grandfather visited us one time and gave me some He told me that he traded it at some pawn shop he found when he traveled for some time in Brazil. Once my parents found out that he gave that to me, my mom gave him a lecture while he just waved the situation as if there was a fly buzzing and annoying him. I ended up getting it taken from me and my dad said that he'd give it back when the time was right.

Smiling, I place the suitcase aside and pull out some cardboard boxes that were also hiding towards the back of my closet.

For the next hour, I stuff the cardboard boxes with my clothing and other junk, while in my suitcase, I place more important and reasonable things in there. After securing the final box full of clothing with duct tape, I put it aside and look around.

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