This is a passage from
the third chapter!!!
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�What do you mean, moving?� he asked. �When?�
�Take it easy. The vein in your forehead is going to pop out if you suck on that straw any harder,� I said to him.
�Well, as I was saying, gas is getting too expensive, and I was thinking that we should move a little closer to where I am working and going to school,� Mom explained again.
�What do you mean, move?� Nicolas asked in fear. �We can�t move!�
�Well, there may not be a whole lot left to talk about. It�s getting way too expensive driving back and forth,� she said.
�So where would we move to? Can we move to the beach? I like the beach. Then every night we can go out and collect seashells. Remember the time�� I rambled.
�What about all my friends here?� Nicolas screamed.
�Well, that�s what I wanted to talk with you two about. Maybe we can set up some type of arrangement or something so that you and your friends can keep in contact,� my mom explained.
�No way! You two can move but I�m not going anywhere!� Nicolas shouted.
�Well, we may have to. I just wanted you two to know that we may have to start looking at houses soon. And maybe it won�t be so bad, Nicolas. Maybe you�ll make some new friends,� she said.
�What about my friends?� I asked.
�Please. Don�t make this any harder than it is. Besides, this neighborhood is going down, and it might be a good idea to move somewhere else anyway,� Mom said.
�But what about baseball, and football, and bowling, and swimming, and�� I asked.
�I�m sure there�ll be other leagues wherever we decide to move to. Nicolas, come back to the table,� she said as Nicolas stormed off upstairs.
�Can I have his fries?� I asked.
�No. Don�t touch them. He�ll be back for the rest of his food. He�s taking this harder that I thought.� Mom said.
�What about his milkshake?�
�Hey. Cool it,� she said. �It�s settled. Why don�t you start looking in the paper tomorrow? You�ll be a big help and I�ll even raise your allowance. Okay?�
We were moving. She made the decision to move because it made more sense to live closer to work. And in this situation, the school in which she taught was really near the school where she took classes. So to move near both schools made sense to her. But this made no sense to me. To an eight-year-old, not much does make sense.
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