Excerpt From My Book

          "You're shorts are too short." My mom said as I got in the car to go to the high school football game, "Go change."
          "Fine." I ran inside as fast as I could because I didn't want to be late. As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, I knew something was wrong. I opened the door and nothing was there. Literally nothing. All the furniture and pictures were gone.
          I ran into my room. My TV, bed, and pictures of my friends of me were all gone. I ran into the kitchen to check if the fridge and pantry had anything in them. Nothing. The only things still in 1805 Goodlin Drive were the walls. I went back outside to tell my mom.
          She was gone. The car was gone and so was all the art stuff I keep in the garage. My parents' divorce, my sister's death and now this.
          I wanted to die.
                                                                         
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