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I stared at my empty room, thinking of all of the great times I spent here in the past 4 years. The pink walls are disgusting, but they calm me. I look outside my window, at the tin roof I spent so many nights on, just staring at the sky. I am actually quite sad to leave Mr and Mrs Devons house.
You see I am a foster kid, my mum was a drug addict and my dad left when I was 2. Moving isn't new for me, I have been moved around, a lot actually.
"REALM, are you ready to go?" Mr Devon yells from downstairs,
"Coming" I yell back as I wipe the tears from my eyes. I pick up the last box of my stuff, it's not heavy, but I'm not very strong so I have trouble carrying down the stairs. I live in Malibu, or should I say lived in Malibu. I am moving to Los Angeles, California, to stay with a new family for a while. I make sure that I have everything. I get out my phone and put in one earphone,
I scroll through the many song I have and play Cops - Vanice X K. Flay I hug Mrs Devon and close the car door behind me. Mrs Devon waves at me and I wave back, I take one last look at the small cottage as we drive further and further away from my so called 'home'.
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Okay,
first chapter of
Love at First Flight
I'm kind of excited for this book.
What do you guys think?
I can't wait until we get deeper into the story. I won't be writing any of that sad crap that I wrote in my last book.
I will try to update at least once a week.

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Take care- Keelzey

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