The Shift

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                                                              ~When I was 8~

"Honey we're here, you can wake up now!" I heard my mom telling me gently as she nudged me awake. "Mmmpphhhh 2 more minutes!" I said, and I dozed back to sleep.

Of course when I wake up a few hours later, I find myself lying down on a mattress while I hear my mom and dad talking at a distance.

"I'm awaaaakkee nooow" I yell. "That's great, come down here! The view is amazing!"

My parents had recently been given amazing job offers, so they decided to pack up my entire world in Santa Fe and take of to Brazil. Mogi das Cruzes to be exact. I didn't mind! All I needed to know was that we didn't need to travel miles to visit the beach anymore and leaving the city didn't seem like such a bad idea!

For the next couple of hours, all the furniture was being replaced. I explored the house. It was a quaint place, not as big as our old house though, but it had a big back yard. I ran up the stairs to check out the top floor. There were 3 bedrooms, aside from the master bedroom.I could pick any of them so I ran from ome bedroom to another,  comparing them. Aside from the white walls, marble floors, and beautiful views from both the windows, one of them had a little window seat, and I knew that room belonged to me. I sat on it and looked out of the window. This was home now. Although I didn't have too many friends back in Santa Fe, it didn't make a difference to me.

Realizing that there was nothing much I could do to help, I took a quick shower and then my parents ordered take out. Exhausted by the long journey, and the time gap, we hit the hay pretty early.

A few days went by and I got very bored, sitting at home. School stared in a couple of months and it was still summer break. I would occasionally go out to my back yard and play all by myself. Our street seemed to be a very quiet area, except towards the evening when there would be other kids playing around with their friends.

A few girls would occasionally pass by my house and see me there, but I would never really say anything because I was too shy. Also, they seemed to be speaking in Portuguese all the time, and I couldn't make head or tail out of it.

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