The Girl In Spring
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Última publicación jue, abr 21, 2016
It was late spring when my mom decided to move me away from my friends and my school to some old town. We had just pulled up to my new house and I just stared at it. As we pulled up I thought to myself. "Uh this is my life now."
I got out of the car and walked up to the front porch. I slowly opened the door and stared at the living room.
"Go on honey, go look around." My mom said. I walked up the stairs to go find the room that I wanted. I picked the one in the the right at the end of the hallway. I walked into the room and looked around. I wasn't to happy about moving but my mom thought it was best to get a new start. Since my dad left me and my mom it's been hard on her. After picking my room I walked down stairs to get some of my stuff to unpack. I didn't see my mom so I went outside to look for her.
"Mom, mom. Where are you?" I yelled
No one answered. I started to get scared. I stood there for a moment and all of a sudden I heard a scream.
"Mom are you okay? Mom please answer me
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