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• Darcie Brown, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2010

The wind hit my face. the moving truck pulled up at our old house. Ready to take our things to a whole new world. i was scared to be here.2 hours turned out to be 3. we finaly stopped at an old rusty house i was undoing my seat belt when SCREACH. we were off agian. they missed our house. Our new house was an old house then a clean house and always my misery. Days turned into weeks then years. i was to sad to move. i could never move, this new good house was now my home. but the moving truck made its way back to this now old house it was time for my stuff to move i had a chance, to make a move. but my brain told me no but my heart said yes and i always go with my heart at that moment it said yes. so i moved out of the house. now i have a home a family. everything that i had in my old old house. THE END