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Suddenly my phone rang. It was my fake dad. He's really nice and probably the greatest pretend dad in the whole world.
"Hello?" I ask.
"You have to leave," he says.
"Why?" I question thinking that my fake dad had gone crazy.
"They're coming in a day," he says. Nope never mind just this. You know that feeling when your stomach is in a whirl and you're palms start to get sweaty? This is what I was feeling right now. I mean I'm used to it, but there is always the possibility that they may come too early or they may find me. I instantly hang up.
"Grendel can I have my paycheck early?" I ask eagerly.
"Sure," she says. She gives me $300.00 and says I can get off early.
I drive to my apartment and pack all of my useful items. I have a backup profile that says I'm Paris Lee, age 18 moving to Cambridge, MA. A student at Harvard. A 1st year. My major is in Writing. Apparently I'm excellent at writing. This was a specific quote from one of my teachers to my fake parents. "She excels at writing. The way she makes the readers want to read more is indescribable." Maybe after I graduate I can go to Ottawa, Canada and be an author or something. Good thing I'm tall for my age. I finish packing all my things and rush to a car dealership to sell my car. I then go to the airport and fly to Cambridge. On my flight I go on my Laptop and search for more information for my next trip. I take a power nap and next thing I know the plane has already landed. I have already preordered a car here. I drive to the college and sign in. I race to my dorm room which is on the top floor. I open the door and the fresh smell greets me. I look around and collapse on my bed. If someone saw me they would think I'm crazy. Good thing I don't have a roommate.

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