Moving Essay

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Moving is sometimes exciting, but most often it is heartbreaking. I say this from experience. In my life I have moved a total of seven times. It may not seem like a lot, but first off I am thirteen. And second I once moved across the country. My cross-country move was my most memorable move. At the time I was living in Las Vegas, Nevada and since my dad works for the FBI we moved a lot. I had the three best friends in the entire universe, but I also had girl problems. One day my dad asked my brother and me if we would maybe want to move to Virginia and I decided my answer was yes. I was only thinking of it being on the east coast, far from the terribly cruel girls at school, but I soon realized I was going to miss my friends with a burning passion. The day before I moved was a Friday, so obviously I had school. My teacher (only one because it was 5th grade) gave a farewell speech and other students just stood there awkwardly. My friends on the other hand linked arms with me and in a way dragged me to my bus. We were glued to each other. There weren’t any tears, but that was probably because we hadn’t realized this could be the last time we were all together. The next day though, was full of waterworks. My best friend, Brittney, came over to my house. It was completely out of the blue. She gave me a present that I wasn’t to open until Christmas. We hugged and said our final goodbyes and there were still no tears! Until the door closed. I was at a loss for words, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. My eyes were like flash floods. The salt water was unstoppable and I couldn’t pronounce full words. The only thing I could do was sit on the floor, bawl, and open the present. It may have been for Christmas, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see something that would cheer me up. Inside the box there was a bunch of things, but the most important thing was a handwritten story. The story was written by Brittney in third grade. It was about us and it was called “Two...
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