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Moving
Moving
 
 It was utterly a cataclysmic deprivation
 Of my rights
 I was informed I was moving to Texas
 In one month 
 And I could not say anything against the matter
 
 It was already set in stone
 Signed in blood
 And whatever other things parents do to make sure their kid has no say-so
 I was infuriated
 
 My parents had just divorced 
 And now my mother wanted to start her "new" life
 Somewhere away from my father
 Somewhere away from my friends
 Somewhere away from the house I had lived in since I was born
 But mostly somewhere away from Minnesota
 
 And now the month had ended
 And I was in this steel dragon 
 Flying me away from my castle
 To be held prisoner 
 Like some fairytale princess
 
 Except I didn't have a night in shining armor to save me
 And the dragon had been paid 
 By my mother 
 To take me to this God forsaken land
 I didn't want to be at
 
 When we arrived my mother hugged me
 And I pulled away
 My eyes screaming at her
 "Why did you do this to me?! How could you?!"
 She just looked away unwilling to answer
 
 The house she had bought was sterile
 With no character or even scent of human habitation
 The walls were an icky pale white 
 That matched my pale fragile skin
 There were two bedrooms upstairs 
 One mine the other a "guests"
 My mothers was downstairs next to the living room
 In all matters I hated the house
 And its horrendousness
 
 Fortunately the movers had already placed our furniture
 And all I had to do was unpack my boxes
 I sat there loathing the very reminisce of my room
 
 It was bigger then my old one
 But the space made it feel quirky and strange
 My stuff was in the same place 
 But much more spread out
 I sat in the middle of my floor thinking about all that I had left behind
 
 Mom eventually came upstairs bringing me a glass of water
 She sighed "Honey, I know it'll take some time, but you'll like it soon enough. I know you will." 
 "I'm not as confident in that as you are mom." I replied sipping down the water
 She winked and restated "You are going to be fine, just give it some time okay?"
 I nodded. 
 Maybe it wouldn't be so bad 
 Maybe I should take it as an adventure to start anew
 Or maybe it was going to be hell
 But any way it was going to be 
 I may as well try and make the best of it
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