The begining of my life

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Hey guys come on in" Fp welcomed us as he opened the door to the trailer I gave him a friendly hug and my sister placed the food on the table and the snacks in the fridge."what movies do you have Jones?" I asked as I searched the mess in the tv tables drawer. "All the kinds princess""horror movies?" I asked turning my gaze from the mess to Fp "right, those are in the right drawer" I kept searching till I found the right movie called a quiet place "found it" I said waving the cd as I closed the drawer and got up just as Fp and my sister sat on the sofa getting ready to eat. I played the movie and we began munching on the pizza first then the burger. By the time we were done eating the movie was almost over so we decided that we would keep the snacks for next time cuz we were bloated and sleepy as hell."where are you gonna be sleeping Fp?" I asked as if it's the first time that I am here "the sofa" he said as we were headed to the kitchen with all the boxes plates and the mess that was in the tv room Fp always slept on the pull out bed/sofa whenever we would come but he never complains about it.
The next morning ~
We woke up to a huge thud on the door and then a repeating banging sound following the sound of my dad screaming "open the fucking door assholes I know you guys have been doing all nights you both are just like you mom" which soon stopped as the neighbors (serpents) heard him and dragged him away before we could open the door. "Hey y/n are you okay?" "Yeah I am fine" i am completely embarrassed but imma act like everything is okay " alright y/n pack up let's head home" Josie said "are you even serious you can't go, your dad is mad right now he might seriously hurt you" Fp yelled "look Fp I am used to it and he won't dare hurt us because our brothers are gonna help us pack up" "pack up?" Asked Fp curious "I am officially moving in to the Southside I can't stay in RIVERDALE with my drunken ass dad and although I lived all my childhood there it's better to leave" and I said this from my heart we have many close friends there like Fred Andrews but we can't risk our sanity for that.
We drove back home and called our brothers and we entered the house "you-" "not a word I don't wanna hear you nag we are leaving you can enjoy yelling at the walls until you realize how mentally unstable you are" said my brother Joseph as my sister and I were packing all our things and putting them in the Jeep. We sat in the car looking at the nightmarish house that was no longer our house. We turned on the car and drove away never looking back.

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