New York to Alabama

New York to Alabama
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  • Our family has a nice dinner.
  • Daddy's here!
  • Today's supper is fried chicken with pasta.
  • Hi dad!
  • I cried myself to sleep.
  • We didn't choose this Rosalina.
  • We go to the airport.
  • Are you okay?
  • Bags! Bags!
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  • My dad sat down and mom gave him his dinner. The chicken and pasta steamed. My dad gobbled it down faster than you could say John F. Kennedy should be imprinted in the penny! When he finished he announced today’s news just like he did every day.
  • We lose our bag.
  • Where?!
  • “I’m sorry to say this but my army’s headquarters was relocated to Alabama.” “What?!” I stared at him with disbelief. I ran to my room. I locked the door and silently sobbed. Oh why did we have to move? My mother knocked on the door gently. “Rosalina, we didn’t choose this.” “Yes your mother is right.” Came my father’s voice. “Please open the door.” That hung in the air. After a while they went back down. That night I cried myself to sleep.
  • We get attacked.
  • Get em' boys!
  • You will not touch any of them!
  • The next morning we went to the airport. We packed everything we could which was basically the whole house. They checked us from head to toe. They scanned our bodies for any weapons or harmful things. When the flight finally came I took one last look at my home state and boarded the plane.I smelled the smell That made me want to throw up. Whenever I smell that all I can think of is melon. Melon this and melon that. Also did I mention that I get motion sickness? In the first ten minutes of the flight I threw up ten times. Boy did that smell linger! This was going to be a long flight.
  • We buy a new house.
  • Home sweet home!
  • When we got off the plane a problem faced us, we couldn’t find our luggage in the airport. We searched everywhere we even asked the manager but still we couldn’t find our luggage. We kept on looking and a miracle happened, someone picked up our bag and started walking from the airport thinking it was theirs. We ran up to him and said that he had picked up our bag. “Sir you have picked up our bag.” he turned around.“Ndine wotsimikiza kuti iyi ndi thumba langa.” He mused in some kind of gibberish. Then some other person came up to him and said, “Anthu awa amalankhula mwamuna wa chizungu, osati Nyanja.”“Oh sorry you guys are English right?” We nodded. “Well I thought this was my bag but this is yours. I am terribly sorry.” “Oh it’s okay.” My parents said.
  • Where?!
  • Where?!
  • When we finally got out of the airport, a pack of people gained on us just because we were from New York. We ran like crazy and my dad pulled us to an alleyway. We breathed a sigh of relief when they ran past us. We started to walk back on the path when another pack of thugs attacked us. The biggest man, that I assumed that was the leader held down my dad. Then the other people started to punch and kick my dad everywhere. When they stopped my dad stood up.“You’re gonna have to punch me harder than that.” He snarled. He then moved his feet with super graceful and fast movements that I couldn’t even intercept. He kicked and punched at them. A moment they were there and another down there.
  • For the rest of the day we looked for a place to live. Then there it was. A house with a for sale sign. It had a red mailbox. The bricks were so bright you would think they were glazed with the sun. We talked to the seller and we bought the house. That night we moved in and replaced the for sale sign with a sold sign.
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