Moving?

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"What?" I asked my Aunt Silvia.I have been living with her since I was a kid. My parents were killed when I was only 5. My aunt is the only family that I have left, we have been living in Washington since she became my legal guardian which was 12 years ago. I go to school like any other normal 17 year old, I am a straight A student and I participate in my schools swim team. The only difference that I have with other kids is that they don't like me, I have been bullied/mistreated my whole life and I never know why.

"Yes honey, I got a job promotion and it requires me to move to Florida." My aunt tells me with the biggest smile on her face. Like it is such a great idea to move all the way across the country and leave the life that we have established get ruined.

"But Aunt Silvia! We have a life here and I'm almost done with my Junior year. You're going to make me drop everything, and move across the country..... I bet the people their won't even like me."

"Honey, that is not true they will love you, you are a beautiful young woman I'm sure you will make friends in no time!"

What was she talking about? I am not beautiful....sure I'm not ugly. I'm 5'6 and have jet black hair and electric violate eyes. I guess I was pretty but not ugly ether.

"Come on! I am not pretty but I'm not ugly" I said while my aunt still was packing the kitchen

" Chelsa we are moving and that is that. "

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It was a long flight but we finally made it to our destination. When we arived at our new house I was suprised to see that it was a 3 story house, which made me think about what my aunt work in. Lately my aunt has been actig wirred. she has been more nervous and wen I asked her what was wrong all she said was that her job was presuring her to work with matirial that she is not used to.

" well then dear your room is upstairs just go and settle in, remember tomorrow you have school." my aunt said. With that I went up to my room,changed into my pjs and went to bed. I couldn't stop thinking that something important was going to happen tomorrow.

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