Imagination

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"Every morning it's the same"

It was a cold and windy day. A moving truck going into a neighborhood. The other neighbors just watching, waiting to see a family or someone to come out of the truck. A man came out, and in the car behind was a woman and a girl, around 17. The neighbors went back to their normal lives as the family starts moving their belongings in the house. It was already the end of the winter break and the family would only have a few days to unpack before their daughter, Max, would be in her second half of her senior year of high school. Maxine walked into the empty room with a box and started unpacking, setting some objects in the corner of the room and near the wall. She went down to help with her other boxes, now unboxing clothes. After the family finished unboxing their belongings, it was already 7pm. They still didn't have their furniture so they decided they would just sleep on the floors, not like they had better options. They ate dinner in silence, not really wanting to talk after the exhausting day. After finishing organizing her room to the best of her abilities, Max decided to just go to sleep in hopes of the next day to be better. It's not like her dream was any better though, she was terrified. Terrified of seeing her old friends, of seeing her old crush, but she was hopeful. Because it's been almost 11 years, who would remember her? She just wanted to finish her last year of high school without dealing with any distractions or drama. Funny, because who can deal without any of that especially in high school.

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Hiiiiii ! So to whoever is reading this, sorry for the boring beginning. This is my first official story, I guess you can say. But I promise you that it will be better later on (I hope). Um but thank you to whoever is reading this ! 🤗
Bye byeeeee
- Des