We used to live in a big beautiful white house. Now it’s all gone. Not a lot of money in is pockets these days. So now we got to move.
“Mom why we got to move from this house, I love this house, I grew up in this house.” “Atlanta, your 15 you don’t understand honey.” “I do mom, why didn’t you pay the bills?” “NewNew, your dad left, we are not as rich as we used too be we can’t afford to pay the bills, we got to move into a smaller spot.” “Well…. Why he leave?” “I’ll tell you when we move and get settled down in our new house, now go on Atlanta and put some bags in the car.” I blow my breath and roll my eyes as I put the bags in the van. “Well, will I be going to the same school at least?” “No, Atlanta.” “But, mom.” “No, buts Atlanta.”
Hours pass as we finish packing, and head off to our new house. “Wake up Atlanta were here.” I raise up my head to find the nastiest side of town. “Mom am I still dreaming?” “No, Atlanta put your clothes in your room, and the men I paid fixed up your room.” “Can’t wait to see that.” As I look around boys and girls staring at me, and making weird faces. I grab my stuff and go to my room. When I saw my room I thought it was cool, it was alright, and nice. I put my clothes in my dressers.
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