It was cold for a summer evening, the leaves didn't blow like usual and the air didn't feel the same. I looked down our street. Searching for any sort of evidence that could suggest what was different about the town. What was different about me? Of course I knew what was missing. Diego; was missing. 'Nadia and Diego forever' he said. Lies. Let me just take you back to the start, where I truly believed everything lie he told me.
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The whirring of the van wheels span in the deep mud. We were almost there. At our new home. I didn't want to leave my friends behind. It was my last year. Year eleven. But Dad got a new job, Mum got promoted; both within a few miles from this new house. I hated it.
"Nads, help your father push the van will you?" My mother asked intimidatingly, I sighed heavily before jumping out the truck and walking to the back of it.
"On the count of three push the accelerator." Dad ordered, before clicking his fingers. "One, two, three...."
We pushed with all our might to get this stupid van out. SPLAT. All over my new top was a dirty, mud stain. I groaned, I was covered in mud.
"Well, at least the van is out of the mud puddle," Dad smiled cheerfully. "Let's hurry and get home so you can get washed up."
