Moving Day. Chapter 2

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PEYTONS POV
As I pack my room where I have lived for 14 years I cry.once I have everything pack I take it down stairs.My mom see's my tear staied cheeks and says "Honey, it'll be okay" "no it want, what about massy and all my Freind's, what about trevor." Did I forget to mention I have a boyfreind. "You know I don't like that boy." my dad says coming in and takeing the boxes out of my hands walking back outside. " You don't like anyone whose a guy." I yell cause he's outside. I stomp back up to my room.I look around and remember back. My mom yells at my to come on, we don't take any furniture because were gonna get new furniture. I run down and get in the car as I look back a my old house and pluge in my ear phones. My brother drives his car cause he's 21 my dad drives his truck we'll his untill I'm 16 my little sister sits next to me as I look out the window and cry.She pokes me and I slap her hand and she says " Mommy Peyton hit me ." "She's not felling well right now." she said.Soon I fell asleep.

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