After all the paperwork, Jimmy, the lady and I went to a house that was for sale and didn't cost too much. It was also back in Florida. Florida. We drove down a familiar road and stopped at a house. It was the old house! Jimmy didn't remember, he was too young when we moved, but I sure did. "I'll take it, oh my gosh, I'll take it!!" "It's not like you had a choice, sweetie. We get to pick the house, remember?" "Oh yeah. Well I love the house!" I said The lady smiled.
We went into the house but before I went in, I looked next door to where Nick's house is. "Or was." I muttered to myself and decided I would go over there later and see. I had my doubts because there was now a boat at "The Spot" and a huge security fence around it. I walked into the house and all the memories flooded back. I held in the tears as I thought of my dad leaving. All his fault, I thought. The house looked pretty much the same and it already had furniture, worn out furniture, but furniture nontheless. The lady gave me the keys to the house, a few instructions and then left. I told Jimmy I was going out for a while and I'd be back later. I walked outside and went next door. The fence was open so I just walked up the driveway and to the front door. I knocked.