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Prologue:
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The two young girls walked home from school together, just as they did every other day. Only this day was different. This was the last day they would ever walk home together.
"Do you have to go?" the shorter girl said to the taller one.
"Yes, Emily, I told you. Mum says we need a change. And she's been so sad since Dad left and I just want her to be happy again."
"So why can't you just move to a new house? Why do you have to move all the way across the country?"
"Mum says it needs to be a big change. And my uncle lives in Manchester so we are going to stay with him for a little while."
"Will you come back and visit?"
"Hopefully. If Mum lets me. Grandma lives here still so I'm sure we will come back all the time."
"I hope so. And when you do, you have to make sure you come over to play."
"I will."
"And you have to promise to write me at least one letter a week."
"I promise."
"And promise to be best friends forever?"
"Definitely."
"Good."
The two girls continued to walk side by side until they reached the yellow house.
"Do you want to come to my house and play for a while?" Emily asked, nodding her head to her own house next door.
"I can't. Mum said that I need to go straight home to finish packing."
"Okay. Can you play after dinner?"
"I'll have to ask Mum. But Mum said that you and Katie can both come over to play for a little while tomorrow morning before we leave."
"Okay. I'll come over in the morning then."
Emily wrapped her arms around the taller girls waist and squeezed her tight. "I'll miss you, Naomi."
Naomi wrapped her arms around Emily shoulders. "I'll miss you, too. But we'll still talk to each other and see each other. Best friends forever, right?"
"Right." Emily agreed and gave a little nod.
"Secret handshake?" Naomi asked, holding out her hand.
A grin spread across Emily's face and she took Naomi's hand and performed the handshake they did every time they said goodbye to each other.
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A blonde woman poked her head in the door of Naomi's empty bedroom. "Come on, Naomi, the car's all packed. It's time to leave."
Naomi, Emily and Katie all stood up from where they had been having a make-believe tea party on the bedroom floor. They exited the house and stood in the driveway, where Gina Campbell's car was filled to the brim with boxes. Emily's Mum and Dad were also there, their four year old brother James holding tightly to his Mother's hand.
Gina hugged both Jenna and Rob, thanking them for their help with the packing.
"Naomi, say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Fitch." Gina told her daughter.
Naomi walked up to the people that were like a second set of parents to her. "Bye Mrs. Fitch"
Jenna squatted down and pulled Naomi in to a tight hug. Being friends with Gina for the past 10 years, and Emily, Katie and Naomi playing together almost every single day had caused her to view the girl as a third daughter.
"Goodbye Naomi. I hope you like Manchester. You can come and stay with us whenever you like."
Naomi gave little James a hug and then moved on to Rob Fitch. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his stomach. Ever since her dad had left a few months ago, Rob had treated Naomi like his own daughter. And Naomi began to view him as her Father. He was always more of a father to her than her real Dad was anyway. Naomi and Katie shared a quick hug and Naomi prepared herself to say goodbye to the final member of the Fitch family.
Naomi stopped when she got to her best friend. Young Emily had tears in her eyes. Naomi was struggling not to cry herself. The girls embraced, did their handshake for the last time, and Naomi crawled in to the car and buckled her seatbelt. Gina backed out of the driveway and began to drive down the street. Naomi had her face pressed up against the window, watching her best friend in the whole world grow smaller and smaller, until they rounded the corner and she could no longer see her.
As soon as the car turned the corner, Emily burst in to tears. She ran straight to the open arms of her father, who held her tight, smoothing her brown hair, whispering in her ear that it would be okay.
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So this is the new story I am working on. Chuck us a review if you like the sound of it and I'll continue with it :)