I looked into the mirror and saw my limp black hair hanging over my shoulder.

I looked at my cheeks and looked at my brown eyes with tears coming down.

I didn't want to leave my home in Tulsa, it was my good memories and the bad memories.

I looked in the mirror picking up the last box of my cloths it read, 'Lily's Cloths'.

I started walking with my head looking low, at my feet.

I started to look up and saw my brother staring at me.

"Lily it's going to be ok." He said as he hugged me.

"Yeah." I said as I sucked some of the leaking snot.

"Well I miss this place." I said as I looked around. "We all will." Mike said as I saw a tear seep from his eye.

"Let's just get out of this hell hole." He said trying to make me giggle a little, well it worked I burst into a little giggle.

I slowly closed the door looking back into the room seeing myself as a four year old playing with my dolls.

Then I snapped back into reality, and closed the door and walked down the hallway.

I held the heavy box and walked into the living room and we walked onto the porch.

I looked and saw the tearful blonde curly hair blue eyed girl with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, God, Mike I'm going to miss you." She said as she ran up to him and hugged and they kissed.

Krista was his girl friend of two years they planned on getting married, but we had to move to our cousins house because our parents got into a horrible accident, including a knife.

I walked out glum about the move, looking at my shoes the whole time.

I walked to the truck and put the last box and looked up at the little rope and pulled it and down came the heavy door.

I locked it and went to the side of the moving van, and waited for Mike and Krista to stop playing tonsil hockey.

"Come on ,Mike." I shouted as he gave me and eye as he finished his kiss with her.

"Kris, I have to go." He said as they hugged and he started walking over here as she cried a little.

He walked over and hugged me a little and then we went into the moving van and started to drive away.

I rolled down the window with the black handle and looked back at the little crappy house, with yellow tape with caution on it tied across the two trees.

I stuck my head back in as Mike cranked the radio with the old sixies music.

We rode up to a new place which was in Oregan, which I was excited to go some where new.



Hey all this is a newer version of a Crazy Twist in life i wanted to re write it because i was getting review that my grammer stunck and it did i re read it and ya it was bad it's because i was tired and was confused so please if your reading this and you read it before please review it and tell me if i did better