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 I lifted one side of the box up, as my Dad lifted up the other. I slowly walked down the stairs, him carefully following. We carried it to the car and put the last box into the car. He gave me the keys and told me, "Run around and make sure we didn't leave anything, then lock up and say your goodbyes"

 I walked up the steps, of the only home i ever knew. Touching the railing as i did, remembering the old times on the porch. I walked through the front door into the living room. It made me smile, i remembered opening presents here. Mom would always have the tree set up in view so when you walked in, the house glowed. Now all there was this christmas was evidence us moving. Duct tape scattered and boxes laying out.

 I peeked through the rest of the house, nothing. I locked the back door, and checked the windows, all closed. I felt like tearing up, but i couldn't let my Dad see me bawling. Just as i headed out the front door i couldn't help but take one last look in my parents room. The door creaked as i opened it, furniture still in the room, we couldn't take everything because we didn't have enough room in the car.

 I walked over to the dresser, and opened the drawer, and found what i was long looking for. My Moms old jewlery chest, i tucked it against my chest and let out a silent wimper. "Mom" i whispered, "If you can hear me, I miss you" I slowly began making my way out her room and i swore i could feel her presence with me. I imagined her saying, "I miss you too Willy!" I slipped the jewlery chest under my shirt, my Dad didn't want any memories of my Mom, so i had to hide it.

 I closed the front door and stuck the key in the hole, and locked it up. I took a deep breath and took one last glance at the front of our house, i'd miss it. I piled into the car along with my Dad, and younger Sister, and drove off into the night, on the way to a new life.

A little about me

 My names William Maze, i was born and raised until now, in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Now, i was on my way to southern Florida, a whole new place, with my Dad and little sister Kayla. My mom on the other hand, is the reason why we moved. She passed away less then 1 month ago, and right away my father decided to leave, sold the house for hardly anything, and packed up. She died from cancer.

I am currently 16 years old, tall, and loved playing football at my old highschool. My little sister was just turned 13, hard to believe because she was so gorgeous and older looking. I knew i'd have to protect my baby sis from perverts. My Dad was an okay father, but grew angry sense my Moms death. Now i close my eyes, and listen to the whispers in my head, i can almost see my Mom in my dreams.....

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 Days later

I awake to the light beaming in my eyes, and the sound of my sister snoring. My Dad suprisingly was already up driving. I moved my seat belt out the way and reached for a bottle of water. My throat was sore a tid bit. "We here?" i asked looking at the fields of orange groves. "Yes, but were not in the city yet." He muttered making a turn.

Kayla, my sister woke up and yawned, "I am hungry" she whined, for a skinny girl, she was always hungry. "We'll be there soon sweety" My Dad said to his little girl, he was always nice towards her. Few moments later, we pulled into a dennys and ate, then 30 minutes later, we had arrived.