Chapter 3

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Friday, September 6
Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm freaking out! I have changed my mind about this being a normal week of school. I'm laying in my bed right now, surrounded by pillows. I am not going to move. I am not going to move from this bed, and I'm surely not going to move from my house. Here's my story. Yesterday it was a normal (horrible) day at school. But I knew something was up when my mom texted me while I was on my way home "When are you going to be home." I figure that I was in trouble , because that's the only reason she ever texts me. Things got even stranger when I got home. As I walked in the door, I saw my mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table. Together. Oh I've really done it this time. I thought. The weirdest thing was that my sister, Amelia , wasn't downstairs. That insane little 7 year old is always "greeting" me at the door. I say greeting but, what I really mean is tackling. What could be wrong? I ask my parents where Amelia is and they answer with a very friendly "at grandmas" . Too friendly. "Sit down" comes next. Now I'm worried, I'm dead, but I don't even know what I did. As I sit down they start to talk about a new job my dad got and right away I know where this is going. No. "We know how much you love it here" No. "We are moving" No.

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