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SHE MISSED HER backyard. That was the first thing she noticed when her parents showed her their new place. The backyard——if you could call it that——was a joke, and the buildings were so close together she could've climbed across the rooftops into the neighbor's place. Wasn't that some sort of safety issue? Just where was she supposed to play softball?
And she was heading into her Sophomore year of high school——she'd have a helluva time getting all the summer work done in the three weeks she had left before her first AP classes started. This was a terrible idea.
Without saying a word to her parents, she carried her stuff up to her room, pulled open the window to let in the "fresh" air, and sat strumming her guitar. No sheets between her and her mattress. No pictures on the desk. The only thing she'd unboxed was that guitar, a notebook, and pen.
And that was all she intended to do until she had no other choice.
