I wake up to the sound of my mom shouting and things being loudly packed. I groan still laying down as I remember we are moving to Dourshaville today. All of a sudden my mother barges in, my door flying open causing me to flinch. "Eliana Lesly Matthew!" She says angrily in a loud booming voice "You know we are moving but here you are sleeping?! Go and pack!" I immediately get up "a-alright" I start packing as my mom leaves, once she is completely out of sight I sigh softly.
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After I finished packing I leave my things on my bed, I then hurriedly go downstairs to eat. I walk over to the kitchen/dining room, I stop in my tracks once I reached my baby brother, Mikey, who was siting in his highchair eating dry cheerios on a plate "Hi Mikey" I say in a baby voice in which he softly coos back. I plant a soft kiss on his forehead, then I walked over to my mother to say goodmornig. After that I sit down to eat breakfast. As I silently eat my older brother, Marco, walks in siting down to also eat. My mother sets his food on the table before she sighs "Marco you need a hair cut...." she pauses "You can't keep refusing." Marco grunts "Mom it's not even that long..." "Well you look like a hobo" I say interrupting him "Yeah, a hot hobo~" he says proudly running his hand through his hair "lie-" Just then he cuts me off "Well you look like a gutter rat!" "Hey!" I say angrily. My mom sighs inhales and screams her Italian accent coming out "it's to early to fight so shut uo and eat or you are getting the pantofola!" We stay silent and eat
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My dad walk down he stairs indicating its time to go. We all grab our things and go outside to the car. Once we all sit down we did a quick cross check before hitting the road which was a 3 hour drive.....
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THE HOUS OF DOURSHAVILLE
Horrorthis story is about this family who moves to a new house
