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    Hidden Beneath the Floorboards

     

    Hidden Beneath the Floor Boards

    Chapter 1

    My new home of Chicago

    Bpov

    “Come on kiddo, you'll love it here,” Charlie said over the phone. He seemed generally happy about the move. Why wouldn't he thought? Any place was almost better then Forks, in my opinion.

    “I know and I'm really am excited for the move. It will be nice to see you,” I said. He had just arrived to Chicago and I was still in Phoenix Arizona, finishing packing the little stuff I needed for the move.

    My phone was clasped to my ear as I struggled to get the last of my clothes from there hooks and place them in my bag. "Well, I guess I'll be going and let you pack." I collapsed on my bed, my phone still attached to my ear.

    “Alright, see you soon Dad.”

    “Yeah I'll you soon.” Charlie hung up his phone as did I. Still laying on my bed I sighed and thought about this past month. I was moving to Chicago with Charlie to give Mom and Phil their own time.

    I had no life to miss here and I certainly knew Mom and Phil needed their space for the time being. At least I wasn't going to have to live and visit Forks anymore. No, because Charlie got a new job at a local police station down in Chicago and was going to be doing more serious work then from his regular stuff.

    There were two knocks on my door, interrupting my thoughts, “Come in.” My mother and Phil both walked in and by the looks of it Mom had just finished crying. “Mom what's wrong?” I asked.

    A tear cascaded down her cheek and she came forward and engulfed me in a hug mumbling something inaudible into my shoulder. “Mom. Mom! I can't understand you, your going to have to stop crying.” She lifted her head from my shoulder.

    “Bella, your leaving me tomorrow. I don't think I can take this.” She tried to walk out my door but Phil simply took hold of her shoulders and walked off in my direction. “Are you sure you want to move all the way to Chicago. We never were trying to kick you out.” Here we go again.

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