A house is not a home

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  • Dedicated to My wifey, My Zac and all wattpaders
                                    

<P class=MsoNormal>Darren Pov</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>This town, I would be soon lost in this town. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>This town smelled like rotting corpses, which my nose would soon see as normal. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>This town is so small, that it was not put on the map.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>This town would be the death of me. I just knew it.</P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>I slowly walked out of the car, and into my death. "Son, DARREN! Would you stop being depressed and Emo for just one second, just to look around your new home?" I glanced up at my perfect father. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Perfect blond hair, perfect green eyes, and perfect white teeth.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>So, how could someone so perfect, end up in a place like this? </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"This is not my home, father. This is hell, on a small island of despair." I answered, gloomily.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"Do you hear yourself son? How did a successful man, as I am, get a son like you? This place will be great, I promise you. You will find a new girl, graduate at this new school and you will begin this new start. How does that sound?" </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>I growled and slammed my dad into the car. "No one will ever replace Stephanie. Just because she is dead, doesn't mean that I can just go off with some other girl. I am not you dad. You did that to mom, I won't do it to myself." I slowly let him go and ran to my new house. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>House, not a home. A piece of wood and brick, made into a strong structure. Not something you can call your home. </P>

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