The next day a moving truck was here for our stuff, the movers constantly taking bumpy elevator rides to our apartment and back to the moving truck. I was going to miss the city, my friends. “Mira, everything’s out of the apartment. It’s time to go.” I turn to look at our apartment, everything I remembered about it seemed gone. It was empty.
It was weird, seeing it that way, it was like looking at an old picture where everyone looks completely different. I turned to look at mom who seemed to be thinking the same thing that I was. “You’ll like the new house, much bigger than some city apartment.” She reassured me. Her short brown hair curved around her sad face. She was going to miss all the memories we had in this apartment even though they weren’t really going anywhere.
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Mom had the radio on in the car, our new house was two hours away. Two hours away from my school and my friends. I knew I’d have to go to a new school and make new friends even though I didn’t want to.
“Just one thing before we get there,” Mom said. “I don’t want you going in the water, I don’t really trust it.”
What did she mean?
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