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"Adrienne! Don't make me tell you again! You need to get ready for the day and help us finish up packing!" My mother yells up the stairs. She won't show me what the house looks like or give me any details about it other than it being somewhere in Pennsylvania. But what she has told me is that we need a "new start." I think she was talking more for me because of my "behavior." She and dad are worried about me and think that moving across the country will make me feel better. It'll honestly probably make things even worse.

I open my eyes and sigh, swing my legs over the mattress and letting my feet dangle from the bed.  I eventually get the energy to get up and plant my feet on the floor. I finish packing up everything and start to label. My older brother, Jacob, barges in my room saying in monotone, "Are you done packing yet? Mom wants you down stairs." And he leaves, not waiting for an answer. I walk down stairs and just kind of stand there on the last step, looking at all the boxes. This is really happening. 

Goodbye Nevada, hello Pennsylvania.

Monday, April 25th, 2016

Today sucked.

Once we get to Lancaster, Pennsylvania (I found out we were moving here when we got off on the exit), I wasn't too happy at all because
1). I was squished up against Jacob because Jonathan was leaning against me, snoring away.
2). I'm leaving my friends.
3). It was hot in the car and I was tired and crabby.
4). The house in Lancaster is the house I've been having nightmares about. I almost started to freak out because of all the stories my friends have told me about that house. I didn't want to believe them, but it just kind of happens. And I sort of ruined it for myself because the things that happened in that house are true.

We checked out the house for the first time (Me, Jacob, and Jonathan). I don't think any of us like it. "We just have some work to do, that's all." Dad said to us when us kids came back from our little tour. Some work? This house is hopeless. With paint peeling off the walls, the roof caving in, broken floor boards, ripped curtains, broken windows, random junk everywhere. Don't even get me started on the basement. It's the scariest things I've seen in my life. 

We're hopeless.

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