The Truth

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Picture of Faith^^^

"Me? Your kidding right?" I ask my parents in disbelief.

"Hunny, you have to believe us, don't you ever wonder why strange things keep happening to you?" My mom asks throwing more of her stuff into a suitcase.

My dad comes over and kisses my forehead.

"Please just go pack Faith" That's all he says to me before he pushes me out of his and mom's room leaving me standing there like an idiot.

I walk back to my room in anger and when I get to my room I make sure I slam my door, hoping my parents heard.

Telling me bad guys are after us and we must go right away because they found out I'm blessed? What the hell does blessed mean?

Ugh never mind I'll just pack some stuff up.

My room is fairly big, with a queens size bed to the left side of my room, right against the wall, blue pillows and blue blankets. My walls are painted a light blue too.

I love the color blue, so what?

I also have a desk in my room with some books and binders on it, I'm homeschooled because my mom thought it would be "safer".

I go to my walk in closet and just grab a handful of tshirts and three sweaters. I consider putting a sweater on now, but I don't know where we are going and it doesn't look to cold out, my long sleeve shirt should be fine, plus I have a jacket.

I throw those into my blue suitcase then I go and grab two pairs of skinny jeans, two pairs of sweats, and five pairs of leggings.

That should be fine, after all we can't stay away forever....right?

Then I throw in a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a face cloth. I take one last look around my room with a sigh.

I'll miss this place for sure.

I turn off the light and head into the kitchen where my parents are waiting for me.

"Ready?" My mom asks grabbing the car keys.

I shrug my shoulders. "I guess so"

We all head out to the car and while my mom and dad load up the car I take one last look at out house.

Two stories high, right by a lake, super quiet and we only have one naughbour for miles, it's perfect.

So I'm blessed, what exactly does that mean? My parents have a lot of explaining to do.

I jump into the car and buckle my seat belt, ready for our long journey ahead, to wherever that is.

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