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The street stretched away from where Grace stood, looking back at the old, wonderful house. She couldn't believe that it wasn't hers anymore. She couldn't believe that she could never call it "my house" again. It wasn't her house, her yard, her street, her town, her nothing, anymore... She'd never get to sleep in her bed in HER room again, look out the big window in the kitchen while she ate her usual, toast with peanut butter for breakfast, nothing. None of that ever again. She broke down. She just couldn't fight the tears as they slowly, one by one, came dripping down her cheek. She could taste the saltiness on her tongue and she didn't like it. Grace lifted up her arm and rubbed it across her cheeks, wiping all the remnants of the fallen tears away. "Pull yourself together", she said quietly to herself. "You can do this. It's a huge change but it might just be for the better." No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get it off her mind. She stuck in her ear buds, thinking music might take her mind off things for just a while anyways. The first song that came up was some depressing country song and she couldn't take it! Ripping out her headphones and throwing them angrily on the floor, she thought to herself "I can't do this," and quietly layed her head down, her cinnamon colored hair falling down covering her blood shot eyes, hoping that when she woke up again they'd be there. That new town. And hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with passing by all the memories of her town for one last time. The green football field with the two yellow goal posts where she'd cheer the tigers on to victory every Friday night. All her friends houses, the community pool where they'd spent countless hours that summer laying out trying to get as tan as they could get before summer ended, even her school, that she always claimed to hate, she would miss. Grace just couldn't stand seeing all that right now. Her mom took the last left turn onto that highway, she closed her eyes and let everything just drift away as that little white car became farther and farther from that small little town.
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