The City and The Boy

The City and The Boy

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Me and Alice were moving out. Away from parents. Away from drama. Most importantly moving away from exes. It's safe to say that we haven't had the best run of men. However it was going to change, I mean we moved out, we're ladies now. I'm ditching the smoking, the fake friends and the tacky clothing. Deleting my social medias and re starting them. I would have given up on social media all in all, but there were people I wanted to keep on touch, people from school, we still met up once every three months or so. It's nice we still have that contact and I guess I'm lucky it's so easy to get hold of them. I guess the main reason I'm giving up social media is because it just takes me away from a bitchy status put on by my ex or someone I once called my friend. So we were out, Alice and myself had good job offers in Bristol, we had money from previous experience and we were able to move out of a dead end village. I told myself I would change for the better. But for him. I changed back.
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********************************************** I stand up, not being able to handle this, "You're telling me, we're moving to some hick town in the middle of hell, two months into my senior year of high school?" My voice getting louder, "What kind of nightmare is this? You're joking right?" I stop pacing and turn to my parents. "This is all a joke. Mom would never leave this," I motion around me, "New York, none the less." Mom nods, "We're moving to Eatonton, Georgia and that's final." ********************************************** Trade in your Coach purse for some Mossy Oak, Your BMW for a pickup truck, Your high heels for some cowgirl boots and Your high class man for a good 'ol country boy. Trust me Princess....You'll love it. ********************************************** This book is a walking cliche but I hope you will join me in this wild journey of city meeting country. ********************************************** Inspired by Luke Bryan's song "Move"

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