Moving

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          I go upstairs to finish packing my boxes. I regret buying all these clothes. Half of these clothes in my closet I don't even wear. I don't even know why we are moving in the first place. My mom and dad aren't in the military and we do not have family in Brooklyn. 

"Megan , come get your supper." My mom called up the stairs 

"COMING" I yelled 

      As you can tell, my mom gets on my nerves. I'm a daddy's girl and I always will be. I hate my mom, but she doesn't know that. 

"Lucas come on it's time for dinner" I said

     "I FEEL LIKE YOUR CHEATING ON ME! YOU BETTER TELL ME THE TRUTH RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I WILL TAKE MY KIDS AND TAKE YOUR ASS TO COURT!" My dad said screaming at my mom 

     They fight all the time. I'm honestly sick of it but there is nothing my brother or I can do. I'm not sure if it's safe or not to go down the stairs into the dining room. I hate when my dad yells at me, I feel like a disappointment. I decide to walk down the stairs, and get myself a drink of water. I sit down at the table and start munching on my food. My brother comes in and sits right across from me. I'm not sure where my mom and dad are. They are probably off fighting somewhere. 

"What is that noise?" Lucas says 

"It's mom and dad arguing, don't worry about it they will be fine I'm sure"

      Only they weren't fine. I hope my brother didn't hear the words that just came out of my moms mouth. I didn't even want to hear them.. 


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