Moving and day. Apart, they're not bad. Together, they're the two worst words in the world. Moving day was tomarrow, but tonight I lay in my sleeping bag next to my best friend, Katsy. I sigh. I can't believe tomarrow I was actually leaving. It seemed like a weird dream at first, like my parents were playing a joke on me. Like when moving day arrived, they would just yell "Surprise!" And they would hug me and we would all laugh. But when I saw my room completely bare when is got home from school, I knew it was no joke. I remember hugging all my friends goodbye, tears streaming down our cheeks. "I can't believe you're leaving, Dandy!" My friend, Sal, said as she hugged me goodbye. Tears reached my eyes, as I remembered all my friends' sad looks when I had walked into my mother's car. I sighed and rolled onto my side. My eyelids soon grew heavy, and I fell asleep.
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Even Stars Need Dark To Shine
Random17 year old Jen, nicknamed Dandy, is moving from Georgia to Colorado, where it seems like her only friends are her three dogs and two cats. When school rolls around, the first day is anything but good. First people talk about her, then begin to trip...
