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Tomorrow is (sound effect of DOOM) Moving Day…
Here’s a little story I wrote about it, and it goes a little something like this (she writes, twitching and shaking)
ALL STRESS & NO ADDRESS
A Book About Moving
by Samantha Berger
Okay, I admit it, I am a mess.
I AM ALL STRESS AND HAVE NO ADDRESS
*and by that I mean WE’RE MOVING!!!!!
I was never asked if this was alright.
I never gave the thumbs-up OR the green light.
It all began quite simply enough
I had my house, my room, and my stuff
My street, where we all had always been
My town, which we had always lived in
But one day Dad threw open the door
And acted like fabulous news was in store
“Guess what? Big news! You won’t believe!”
We’re packing our house and we’re gonna LEAVE!”
“We’re moving to a brand new place!”
said Mom with a big wild grin on her face.
Everything stopped and the world stood still
As I swallowed the meaning of this bitter pill
The home that I had, the home that I’d known
Was no longer going to be my own.
NooooooOOOOOoooooo!
I begged, I pleaded, I pouted, I sighed
I screamed and I yelled and tantrum’d and cried
I volunteered just to stay here instead
“I’m afraid not,” my Mom and Dad said.
Then it all started, the nightmare began
Boxes and bags, and the monster trash can
Cardboard and tape and stuff everywhere
What was once my room was now a gross lair
And then, as if I wasn’t down enough on my luck
Around the corner pulled the big moving truck.
The movers marched in, one by one
and removed every box until they were done.
(little boy, big huge house. Everything is gone. His lip trembles)
and then…
there…
was…
nothing.
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To be continued….
Wish me luck, gentle readers.
