| Her Year |

"I think you should move to your godfather's house for a while."

"What?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, I'm afraid that you are doing drugs, so I think moving in with him is best for you so start packing, you will leave tomorrow at exactly 8:00 a.m." She said, pointing to the stairs.

"I'm sorry WHAT?! " I yell as my mother told me about my 'moving' to a place that I haven't been in a while.

"Now, Now, don't yell at me young lady! You are going to your godfather's house and that's FINAL!" She talked back as she walked out of the kitchen.

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This sucks, moving to a place that I haven't been to in a while. I'm pretty sure he moved. My Uncle(aka) GodFather, loves to move around I'm surprised that he's not homeless after all the money he spent on buying houses.

Now I'm gonna have to go to school, in the next town. Great, NOT.