As I look out over the hills to the ocean I wonder if I'll ever see them again. I'm going to the city today and I really don't want to. I like our life here and I will miss a lot of things like the trees, my friends, the long rolling hills, out little house in the little town. But we're leaving and I can't do a thing about it.
My family consists of me, age 17, my sister, Santi, age 23, and my mother, age 42 who was working way too much to get food for us, and is a little hairbrained and I think she will be until she gets a good, well paid job. I will be going to school for three more years at a higher intermediate level and Santi will be graduating from the senior level later this year. My sister thinks I'm a bit strange too, but that's just because I like to invent things that no one thinks will work. I know they would though, if I had the materials. I never have the materials. Stupid materials. I hear the hiss of the bus' steam boiler approaching and look one last time out over the hills and forest before getting on...
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