The White House

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As I made my way the half a mile to our closest neighbours. I took in my surroundings. It was breathtaking how beautiful nature was in the country.

I grew up in the suburbs then moved to the city when I was a preteen, but I still always wished that I could have grown up in a small town in the country.

I arrived at our neighbors house. It was a gorgeous white house on a lovely farm. They definitely had more acres of land then my new house. I couldn't see much of property as I walked up their long driveway.

I walked up the stairs of their porch. There was a comfy looking swinging chair on the porch.

I went up to the door and knocked on it. As soon as I did I heard dogs barking. A couple of seconds later I heard a voice yell, "I'll get it." The door opened up, and a boy around my age looked at me surprised.

Published
February 14 2017

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