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The Guest (draft)
by fabulouswriter102
"Jamie! We're home!" My mother, Ashley called to me. I grunted. I didn't want my parents to come home yet. I needed some time alnoe. Some time to think, to cool down.
"I'm in my room!" I shouted back. I just knew Ashley would be looking for me then, with a curious face on. Her eybrows raised and her mouth in between a smile and frown.
"Oh," I heard my mother mumble.
"I told you she was in there," My dad, Hank said to Ashley. "That's all she does is pack. It's like she can't wait to get out of here." What Hank was saying was true. I couldn't wait to get out of here. It's so boring and bland in Oregon. The only good thing was Jacob, at least I thought.
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