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I wake up around 11am the next morning perfectly happy until it hit me... "Oh yeah... my dads gone.." I said to myself. I drag myself out of bed and walk downstairs and see that my mom is packing up boxes. "Mom... are we moving?" I asked "Yes honey.. I'm afraid we are, we can't afford to live here in California anymore..." wow... this is great just great, first my dad dies and the next day I have to move away from my friends?!? could my life be any worse ...? "Where are we moving to?!" I asked sadly "North Carolina... I have a friend who I used to work with named Elizabeth Grier...I'm pretty sure she has a son that's your age named... Hayes? " I guess it can get worse.. "Great.. " I said sarcastically "You better start packing young lady... we're leaving tomorrow night!" "Okay!!" I yelled back and jogged up to my room.

-five hours later-

By the time I was done packing mostly everything I was freaking exhausted I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep dreaming about what this "Hayes" kid would look like ...

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