"I'm gonna go get the mail," I said to Nate. I grabbed the key to the mailbox off the hook. I opened the door and stepped out. A blast of hot air hit me.
The mailbox held mostly junk mail. I opened the door to the house and stepped in. I locked the door.
I set the mail down on the kitchen table. I sat down in the chair. I sorted through the mail. There was an envelope addressed to me.
I opened the envelope to find a letter. I opened up the folded letter and $3,000 fell out. I collected the bills and stacked them. I read the letter.
Dear Cassie,
The lawyer said that grandma left the house for us. We assume you do not want to move away from our home there. In that case, we will be living here. You can have the house to yourself. We will send money to pay bills every month. We will be driving down in about a month to collect our stuff. Once that has happened, you can take over our bedroom.
We wish you well, love.
Sincerely,
Mom and Dad
I was shocked. I was going to be living here on my own?! I was nervous and excited.
"Nate!" I called.
"Yeah?" he responded.
"Do you wanna move in?"
"What?" Nate came walking around the corner. I handed him the letter. He read it with his eyes stretched wide. "Is this real?"
"Real as it gets."
"Then yes. I will move in. I need to tell my mom and dad. And get my stuff. Where would I sleep?" Nate was pacing. It looked quite adorable.
"We share the master bedroom. My parents are coming in a month to collect their stuff. They're most likely leaving the furniture."
"This is awesome!" Nate cried. He was really excited.
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That day, Nate and I walked next door to his house. His mom gleefully opened the door. We entered and sat down on the couch.
"So Mom," Nate said. "I'm moving in with Cassie."
Mates mom was smiling and nodding. The nodding stopped and her smile remained. "What?" She blinked with confusion, the smile dropping.
"I'm moving in with Cassie. It's just next door. I'll visit often."
"I'm sure Cassie's parents wo-"
"My parents moved. They left the house to me," I interrupted Nate's mom.
"Let 'em do it," I heard Nate's dad say from the other room. "He spends most of his time there anyways."
"Fine," said his mom. Nate and I stood. We thanked his parents and started to walk out the door.
"Remember you're only fifteen!" Nate's mom called out after us.
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Ficção AdolescenteYoung Cassie Saller thinks she has found the one she loves. He likes her, she likes him. But things change. Cassie realizes that he isn't the one. But maybe the boy next door is...
