Kali: We were moving again. For the third time in two years, I had to leave my school, the friends I had barely made and the life I had just begun to get accustomed to, because of one person. Growing up, moving never meant anything to me. As a clumsy child, I had naively believed it was nature’s way of giving me a second chance each time I messed up, but I was almost sixteen now, and it no longer made sense. “We’re almost there,” mom squealed, peering at us from the rearview mirror, but I glared in return. How could she be excited at a time like this? I didn’t bother to plaster a smile on my face, even when Olive, my little sister looked up at me with a small smile on her face, waiting for my reaction. Nothing about moving here should cause anyone to smile. “The new house is bigger,” mom cheered on, probably thinking her excitement would rub off on her two daughters. “You’ll have separate rooms this time, no need to share anymore. The neighborhood is very peaceful
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