It was dark that night but of course it was almost always dark in their new town. Well dark and cold. Her mother half smiled "I know the move was a big change but it will be good for us." She didn't want to here it, after all it had only been a month sense her dad died and her mother decided they needed a change of pace. Why she thought "why is my mother ripping me away from my simple city girl life and forcing me to live in a house, near a beach, that 99% of the time is to cold to go in". Her once big city life is now a town with the population of less than 300 people. No malls, crowed streets and the closest thing to Gucci was a sweat shirt with the letter G badly sewed into it. She thought of what her friends were doing back home, after all it was Saturday in L.A. She missed the smell of smog, the horns honking in rush hour, the people yelling, the lights and sounds and everything she missed it so much she started to cry. She tried to stop but she kept thinking of things that just made her more sad, that guy in her math class that just asked her on a date, her BFF's birthday was next week and the tears kept coming and coming. But all of the sudden she stopped crying her fist clenched all that sadness was turned to pure rage in the matter of seconds and all she wanted to do was go back to L.A. so she took her computer out and looked up when the next bus to L.A. was.
I can do more on this story if you guys liked it.
The Move
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