As
I jumped into the car, I put my black boots on dad’s seat. “Dad, why are we moving?” asked Delilah.
“I can stay with my friend…”
she added.
“Ok,
live with your friend until you are 22 and then you can move out or stay with
us for the rest of your life in a beautiful house.” Dad said with a cheeky
smile.
“Fine”
she said leaning back into her seat.
Mum
turned on the air conditioner and the cold breeze brushed against my face. “Are we
nearly there yet” I asked running
my fingers through my hair. “Yes, we just reached the gateway…”
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