A talk

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Annie's Pov:
I spent the next days cuddled in my room, wrappers everywhere and clothes. There where crumbled pieces of paper that missed the trash can. I couldn't explain how I felt, but I needed to write. For mom. It was a quarter after 10am and I heard Dad yell "girls! Please come down!" I dreaded getting up with my red face and puffy eyes, afraid of what he was going to say is tumbled down the stairs with Haley in front of me, still with a bruise on her knees after tripping when she ran away.
Mr Billy's Pov:
"Ok girls, first off we are not having a funeral" Annie's mouth dropped all the way down to the floor and I watched some tears drop down Haleys cheek. "We are going to be moving with only what we can fit in some suitcases, just like the time we went to rock your hair just about that much stuff." "DAD! YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME!" Annie yells stomping away and Haley following closely behind with tears streaming down her face and dropping to the floor. "IF YOU ARE NOT READY TO LEAVE BY TOMMOROW ALL YOU GUYS WILL HAVE IS YOU AND AND THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BODY! GET PACKING" I say harshly wanting to break down on the floor, but I've already done my fair share of crying.

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