“Ben, it’s time to go,” said mom.
“Okay,” I replied.
Today was moving day. The day I had been dreading for weeks had finally come. In my point of view, this was the worst thing that had ever happened; but, to the rest of the family it was a “new beginning” and “a chance to make new friends and try new things.” Sure I would make new friends eventually, but what about all the friends I would lose?
At least we got to go to IHOP before the sad occasion. We piled into the car and headed there. After breakfast we hopped into separate cars: Mom, Annalyse, and I in one car; Dad and our dog Millie in the other. Dad was going back to the neighborhood to walk the dog. Mom informed me that we were going to the dump then to Half Price Books.
During the trip to the dump I was extremely anxious and by the time we were at Half Price Books I was feeling sad.
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