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by Lisa Vasquez
Editor’s Note: This story was originally published in We’Ced Youth Magazine Issue #2
I hate living here! was carved into my bed. I would sit on the floor and stare at it for hours. We had just moved from our little apartment and I had to leave behind all the friends and the memories I had made.
It was the end of my sixth grade year and I was just about to go into seventh grade. I found it hard to adjust to new surroundings and I wasn’t ready to start fresh. I was nervous, confused and angry. Since the move my mom and I had been arguing. It was like we couldn’t even be around each other without one of us picking at the others throat. I just thought that all the tension between my mom and I was because of the move and my little seventh grade hormones.
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