M o v i n g
I grabbed my stuff and angrily stomped to the car. "Oh, Stacey. It's just a movie," Mom said, hugging me. "It's not just a movie," I said, grabbing a few movies to watch in the car. My name is Stacey Jones. Yeah, I'm moving. Stupid new job. Thanks a lot, dad. Anyways, I'm gonna miss lyssa. Alyssa Jonathan. "So, anyway!" Mom said, picking up my sister's phone and hugging Dexter, my baby brother. "Are we ready?" I and Alyssa were still sob-hugging. "N-no," I said, wiping tears. "Goodbye A-Alyssa," I said. "Goodbye S-Stacey."
I ran to the car, waving.
"Now, Stacey and Clementine."
"It's Cloe or Cleo." My sister said, chewing her gum and texting.
"Now, Cloe. Tryna be like cool?"
"Nah. Shut it," Cloe said, grabbing her pink drink.
