*Ruthie's POV*

            Moving day.  I was moving out of the house that I had lived in for my entire life, but I didn't feel sad.  I guess since I had lost my father and might as well have lost my Mom too in the last month I couldn't get too upset about a house.  WE had had to sell a lot of our stuff to afford the house, and even after that we couldn't get much.  We were renting an old, falling apart house about 5 minutes away from the old house.  I stood in front of our old house, my bags in my hand, looking at it for the very last time. 

            "Ready?" Lucy asked, touching my arm.  I didn't answer, but slowly started walking toward the car.  Since there was so many of us we had to split up for the drive.  I rode with Lucy, Kevin, and Simon in Kevin's car. Everyone else rode in the moving truck we had rented.  No one talked during the ride, but I could tell that Lucy was upset.  She also seemed to be angry at Kevin, but I didn't know why.  I think it was the first time I had ever not known when something big was going on with the family.  Besides Dad's surgery.  I hadn't known about that either. 

*Lucy's POV*

            I sat stiffly next to Kevin in the car, silently fuming.  This morning he had come up to me and told me that he was going to rent an apartment on his own and that he wanted me to move in with him.  I told him that I couldn't abandon my family when they needed me so much, and he had gotten angry.  Now I wasn't sure what to do.  Matt had called again this morning before we left, and I had told him what was going on. He said he would figure something out, but I wasn't sure what he could do from across the country. The ride to the new house was short, and when we arrived I stepped out and took a good look at it.  It was small and run down.  The paint was peeling and several shingles had fallen off of the roof.  The weeds and grass in the tiny front yard desperately needed to be cut.  I forced a smile and turned to my siblings.  "It looks great!"

            "Yeah right" Simon muttered, grabbing a bag and heading toward the house.  Ruthie didn't bother answering as she did the same.

            "See, they don't appreciate what you're doing for them.  Come with me." Kevin said, wrapping his arms around me.

            "I can't.  At least not until my mom starts acting normal again."  I pulled away from him and walked toward the house.  I opened the creaky door and walked into our living room.  The walls were painted an off white, but were so stained and dirty I could barely tell.  The carpet had faded to a disgusting shade of green and it looked like someone had spilled coffee on the center of it.  The house only had three bedrooms, so Mom was sharing the largest one with Sam and David, Robbie and Simon were sharing another, and Ruthie and I got the third. I walked up the creaky steps and found Ruthie in one of the rooms.

            "This isn't bad." I said brightly, taking in the tiny room and its bright orange walls.

            "Both of our beds won't fit in here."  She observed.

            "We'll make it work."  I assured her.  We both headed to the room that Simon had gone into, and saw that it was no bigger than ours.

            "This sucks."  He muttered.  It was the first time since Dad's death that I had heard him express an opinion about anything.

            "Yeah, and it's mom's fault."  Ruthie added.  "She's supposed to be the parent, but she fell apart worse than any of us.  Instead of supporting us, she made things harder for us.  She didn't even care that we had to move. I hate her."

            "Ruthie, that's not true."  I said gently.

            "Yes it is.  She gave up.  Sure the rest of us are having problems, but we didn't just give up."

            "It's true."  Simon agreed.  "She wouldn't care if the rest of us died too."

            I wanted to tell them to stop, but I knew they were partly right.  Instead I picked up a bag and slowly started unpacking.

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*Annie's POV*

            I stood outside of the doorway, listening to the conversation my children were having.  Obviously they hadn't heard me come in, but I had heard every word that they. And it hurt, because I knew it was true.  I had stopped paying attention to their lives. I was slightly aware that Simon and Ruthie were getting in trouble at school, and that Lucy and Robbie were spending their entire days working, but I had been too caught up in my depression to care.  Now hearing the hurtful comments was too much to bear.  Even though I hadn't told them, they were what was still keeping me alive.  And now they hated me. Tears dripped down my face as I walked away from the door to my own room. 

            Who's POV do you think I should use in the next chapter?  Please let me know, because it's probably getting old having the same ones in every chapter.