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“But I don’t want to move! What about my school? All my friends are here.” Annie whined with all the desperation that can come from having no control over what happens to you.

Her life had been wrapped in this town for as long as she could remember.

She could feel her face getting hot as she stormed out of the kitchen and up to her room. She threw herself onto the bed and started to cry. Her mind was racing. She couldn’t believe it! She was in her last year of junior high and anxious enough about starting high school in the fall. In the past two years she had a paper route and had formed special friendships with a few of her customers. These women would later be thought of fondly by her, as some in the long line of influential people in her life. She had been having a hard time with her relationships with her two best friends.  They were becoming very close to each other and were beginning to leave her out a lot.  She had felt betrayed, powerless and foolish for sharing her friends with each other. It was a confusing time for her as it was and the idea of moving out of town to the country seems like the end of her world.

Besides, she was a town kid. She rode her bike everywhere.  The bike she had saved up for after walking the first year of her paper route. She loved to feel the wind blowing through her hair. She had wanted long hair all her life. She loved the beach where she had spent a lot of time with her dad. On Sunday mornings they would sometimes go fishing and sometimes they would just sit and talk over donuts, coffee and cocoa. Her brother and she would always get so excited when their mother would turn a maybe into a yes and they would gather up their towels, jump into their bathing suits and race to the VW Beatle Bug, her mother drove, to see who would get there first to sit in the front seat. Her mother would saunter out, book in hand. Off they’d go. She could smell the sea air as they’d get closer and hear the seagulls call. She would get so giddy. As soon as they’d get there she would drop her towel on the sand and run as fast as she could down to the water and jump right in. Her younger brother would love to sit and make mud pies with the wet sand and her mother would settle onto the blanket she laid out where she would sit and read looking up every now and then to check on their whereabouts.

She babysat for her history teacher’s kids. She really looked forward to any babysitting opportunities on a Friday or Saturday night. It was a chance to get out of the house, to feel independent and, like her paper route; it was a chance to make her own money.

“How could they do this to her?”

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