Preface

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"Come on Ally. Its time to go." I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the stairs. I took one last look a around the old room and with tears streaming down my face walked out of the bedroom that I had been living in for the past 10 years of my life.

My name is Ally. I am almost 16 and my father, who is a priest mind you, is being relocated into a new church in Massachusetts.

I have to move hours away from my best friends and my family as well that lived in New York with us.

All my closest friends and family.

I can't even bear to think about the pain I'll have to go through because I won't be near them anymore.

"Ally! Hurry up! We have to leave!" I ran down the stairs of my old home for the last time and closed the front door behind me as I walked out of the house.

"Okay mom. Let's go and get this over with now. I don't really want to cry any more than I already am." Tears were streaming down my face as I left one of my childhood homes for the last time since I was moving to Massachusetts. I walked down the walkway with my head down hoping my parents wouldn't see the tears streaming down my face. If they saw that then they would feel guilty for having to move again and would try to prevent it from happening.

"It'll be okay sweetheart." My mom assured me. "I know you're going to miss everyone but well be in mass until the end of your senior year at least."

"But mom. You don't understand. It's the middle of sophomore year for me. Who would want to become friends with the girl who moves in the middle of the school year?" The tears were now streaming down my face more and more and faster as I tried not to have a panic attack. Again.

"I know how you feel Ally but believe me, you'll love it and everyone will love you." Then we walked to the car and drove away from New York and into Massachusetts.

I walked into the vehicle that would take me away from my old life and give me a new one, that wouldn't necessarily be all sunshine and rainbows.



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