A poem by Hayden.
Moving-
Moving houses across the country
Moving
Moving my life
Moving
Moving from one place to the other
Moving
Moving to start again
And maybe have some friends
Moving
Away from everyone I know
But it's not like they liked me anyway
Moving, trying again
But what if? Our lives stopped? Would we still be moving?
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My Dead Sister and The New Boy
Teen FictionKacey can feel her sister watching her. When she's brushing her hair, when she's walking to school, and even when she's eating lunch. But she knows this can't be true, her sister died eight years ago. She's stuck grieving someone she hardly remembe...
