Moving Away: A Short Story

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We had just stepped off the ferry and were waiting for the rest of our things to be put in the truck. We were finally here. A small island just off the coast of Oregon. My stepdad had received a job offer here as a marketing manager of some small company, which meant we had to move...again. This move broke the record of how many times we moved in a year. The highest was four. This year was six. It's not that Charles couldn't keep a job, he just got offered a lot of positions because I guess he was good at whatever it was he did. Moving so much was a task for us and it definitely took a toll on the family, especially my mom. But she went about it so well. That was one thing I really admired about my mom. She just went with the flow of things …show more content…

The place I'll have to call "home" until we moved again. I put in my earbuds and turned on some music and watched the passing scenery. I noticed as we navigated closer inland of the island the landscape seemed to remain the same. Mostly pine , evergreen, forest. In fact, that's all it was as far as I could see. After about forty-five minutes we pulled into a round-about sort of neighborhood, with traditional looking houses.We pulled into the furthest driveway. There was your normal looking house, but on a slightly bigger scale. It was gray and reminded me of an oversized …show more content…

Nobody wanted it, so the price dropped." He said. "Oh...why didn't anybody want it?" I asked confused. "The family that used to live here lost their son in a bad accident." Great. I'm living in a dead person’s house. Bet twenty bucks it's haunted. Leaving it on that not so joyful note, I grabbed some cleaning supplies and carried them up to my room. The place looked like it hadn't seen a decent cleaning in two years. I opened the window to let in some fresh air. I was taking in the woodsy scene behind the house when I could've sworn I saw something. It looked like a person. But it was gone faster than it appeared. I shook it off. Probably just the nerves of being in a new surrounding. After a good three hours of cleaning, I shut and locked my window before returning the borrowed supplies downstairs. The kitchen looked much better after our things had been unpacked. It actually looked like a home. Our home. As did the living room. Furniture arranged neatly around the fireplace. Side table lamps provided the room with a warm cozy glow, filling the huge space . It's crazy how fast my mom was at unpacking. Guess you get good at it after doing it so many

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