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Who Knew? (Iva Stone Adair) (Novel)

Novel By: Iva Stone Adair
Young adult

Riley - I was moved away from everything I ever knew because my parents thought the free environment is the reason for "illness".
Natalie - I have no clue who I am due to a close minded town.

Danny - I got dumped by my best friend after a year of what I thought was happiness.

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Submitted:Sep 15, 2011    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"You're really sticking with this 'moving to Pennsylvania bit' of yours." I said as I rolled my eyes. "So ridicules."

Mother huffed and wrapped another glass angel in bubble wrap, this one blue, then placed it in a box with the rest. "Riley I don't understand why you think we're joking. We are moving to P.A. and you are coming with us! Now, you've put it off for two months and we're leaving in two days. Go pack your room." When I opened my mouth to protest she put her hand in the air. "Enough. Now go." And that was the end of it. Anything I would have said from there on out would not have been heard.

So I left, stomping my feet all the way to my room. Childish, I know. On some level though, it makes me feel better. I slammed my door and plopped onto my bed. I heard my mothers voice coming from the living room telling me to finish my room up. Posters, books, pillows, everything. I plucked a pillow from next to me and screamed in it. This is so stupid. Why do we have to move? I sat up and threw the pillow into the wall.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself from crying. Looking over at the boxes that I had to pack I got up and picked up the first thing that was going into them; pictures of friends. Maybe they'd stay there. Maybe they'd find their way to the back of my new closet. I didn't think I needed to see them after I left my home. I stood up and placed the picture into its new jail then did the same with all the others on my window sills, dresser, and desk.

A few hours after packing, Mother called me downstairs so we could eat dinner. Although she tried to make conversation I could tell she was mad at me. Not that I could blame her, I was not being very nice about this moving thing.

After I placed my dish in the sink I turned to go back to my room to finish packing but Mother stopped me by saying, " I know you don't like this but you're going to have to deal with it. We're not moving to take you away from your friends, honey. We just don't think this is a very good place." Father continued to eat the rest of his meatloaf.

"Then why didn't you move before you had me?" I flung my hands into the air in rage. "Why would you want to move me away from all my friends. And so late into high school, too. I don't get it!" I slammed my bottom back into my chair waiting for her to explain. When she just looked at me and didn't give me an answer I said, "Exactly," then went back into my room.


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