A window of opportunity

A window of opportunity

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Kayla Wilson did not like the city, her brother Jason did but not her. She had friends but no one she felt understood by, and for that reason she would rather spend her weekends looking out a window than hanging out with her friends. I sighed, wishing it were Friday and not Tuesday, I chucked my school bag into the corner of my room before changing out of my uniform. As I was about retreat to my bed (and waste time I should be spending on my trig homework ,on tumblr), both my parents called me and my brother Jason downstairs, which could only mean either good news or bad news. Knowing my luck it was the latter . "So as you guys know work has been pretty hectic lately" my mother cautiously said as though stepping through as mine field. "Its because we've both decided to put in more hours" my father continued, " and we've saved up some money to set up another branch of the restaurant elsewhere..." "Just spit it out" Jason sighed. "We're moving" they said together."
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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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