I woke from my dream in a cold sweat. It all seemed so real. The plane crashing on its way to our new home in North Dakota. It was six hours before we leave for the airport, all of our stuff has already been moved to the new house all that's left is the little bags we needed up till now. I was not happy about the move, it is not even that I am leaving behind the people who call themselves my friends, but leaving the sunny beach that we live on. Mom got that new job she was hopping for all these months, but it was not here in Florida no that would be too easy for them, they are paying for the move. It’s not like I have a choice my dad’s dead so it’s just me and mom. It’s been like that for about ten years now. My dad died when I was only seven.
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