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Something New

Something New

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 18, 2016
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Romance
I woke up to the loud noises of the junk my little sister calls music. She was already up and finshing packing before my eyes were open . I woke up happy today ,today was the day, Moveing day. I'm 15 now and we've lived in this house since I was born my dad walked out just a couple of mouths ago so it's been rought for my mom. She said the house just one big bad memory of him so she said we needed to lo change. I got up Put my hair in a messy bun and ran down stairs my mother looking thought the. One of the moving boxes with out looking up yells "good morning sweetheart but we're gonna be late" the moving van will be. Here any sec. Are you ready? Two hours later in the moving van is parked in front of our house and we were ready to drive to the airport sure I was going to miss my friends and allI my family there I mean I've lived there since I was born I've never been out of the state I didn't know what you think removing all the way fro m Tennessee to Minnesota
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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