Moving day

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I hear voices calling my name, i choose to ignore them beacause i fear what they say. Although i already knew what was being said. Moving day, the day i have dread for months. New York to Virginia. I sighed and headed to the bathroom but my path was blocked by boxes. I finally make my way into the bathroom and i stare at myself in the mirror my skinny short body, my skinny bony hands make there way to my olive tan face. And i see my small nose and my big brownish greenish eyes and my hands slip into my tangly brown hair that sits right above my elbows. I finally get in the shower, when i get out i grab my black high wasted shorts and red obey tank top and red bandana. I apply light mascara and brush out my wavy hair. I start to load up the truck and i finally went for the last few boxes and thats when i started to get chocked up. A tear glides down my face and i turn my back to my small pink bedroom where my dad used to spend most time with me. He passed away last year. I walk to the car and dont say a word until we get to Virginia.

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