Moving Day

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My mum and dad had been planning on moving back to Australia for years. They never got the chance. It had been one year since they died. I'm now 16.

My brother, Michael, had moved back two years ago. He wanted to live with my grandmother. He never got along with either of my parents. Once he got there he had never even called my parents. The only way my parents even knew Michael was alive was because my grandmother would give them constant updates.

Now I'm moving back to go stay with my brother and my grandmother. I have not seen them since my parents funeral.

I finished packing but now was the hard part, saying goodbye to my best friend, Eli. He is my best friend and the only person who understands me. I can say this was one of the hardest days of my life.

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