a lot of junk under there! There was some old toys and some wrappers from before my mom banned eating on the couch.

As the saturday went on I felt more and more depressed. Moving was probably even harder for the popular kids. Good thing I was popular in the bad way. The way were almost everybody hated me. As the day went on we moved to different rooms and eventually are house disappeared. I didn’t recognize it at all. After that I hit the hay because who wouldn’t? I bet all the moving guys went to sleep at 6:30. I've been lifting furniture all day.

I woke up feeling pretty good and walked into the kitchen only to find my mom sitting down in the spinning chair. She always told me to never try and spin a bajillion times in that chair because it was precious and it would be destroyed. But there she was spinning around and around in it( how very hypocritical). When she noticed me standing there she got up and asked me this “do you really want to stay, Nathan?”. I looked at her in surprise. This was a question I wanted her to ask me. But, it just didn’t seem right, staying. It just didn’t feel like a good idea.

I got the feeling that leaving was the best option and for some reason the safest. Kind of like somebody was chasing me. But The more I thought about it right in front of my mother the more moving felt like a good idea. “No, not really. I thought about it and I get where your going” She looked at me and asked me why the 180. I decided not to answer just so she didn’t have to worry. Leaving her, I went into the kitchen and grabbed some cereal.

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2 days went by like lightning and the news of me moving got out all over the place. I got a message from each of my teachers