chapter 6

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Chapter 6

  "okay, Cali it is." My mom says.

"so.. When are we leaving?" I ask.

  "as soon as we are out of here. You almost got KILLED lea. I'm not taking any chances."

 

"so we're leaving TODAY? But i gotta-"

My mom cuts me off and says "I hired people to pack up our stuff before i left. Every thing should be in the moving,truck when we get back. Oh and we are driving. I've been to California before, so i know my way there.but im thinking about San Antonio, cali. I know how to get there, and back."

OhmygoshohmygodohmySHIT!!we're moving to san antonio.

"but what about Phillipe? We need to find him first." I say.

"no, the police will find him. We don't gotta worry about that."

"all right, miss. You can go home now. We will hang up the posters tomorrow morning"

I look to the ground, to pick up my longboard. Oh no! It's gone... That bitch made me leave my baby!

"moomm!! My longboard!!"

"where did you leave it? Oh gosh we should get going though. We'll have to get a new one."

My longboard was specialized. It had 'jc caylen' written small on the top corner, and a white cloud as the under decoration. That was my bestt shit ever.

  Now i got no longboard. Ughhhhhh.

 

Me and my Mom get up, and head to her car. We arrive at the house in ten minutes, and see the big moving van in the drive way. 

"you almost done boys?" My mom says to the workers.

 

"yes mam, we just finished up right now." A young worker says.( pretty  cute i might add, he looks a little bit like jc)

 

"ok, i guess we can go now."

"but what about the house? Can we just leave it like this?" I ask.

  "yeah, I've got the key. Now, guys can you hook the truck up to my car please."

 

"umm sure. All done miss. It eas nice working for you." The hot guy,says.

  " oh that reminds me." Mom sticks her hand out the window and hands them each a hudred dollar bill. Daammnn this bitch is rich.,and yet she only gives me a ten for allowance."heres your pay." 

After everything is finished, she puts her hand on the steering weel, and we are on our way.

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