Chapter Eight

I sat there for a while, thinking; not knowing where to go from here. The new house was strange and I didn't like it and there was nothing Dad could do to change my mind. I placed the box on the shelf next to a torch and a picture frame. I turned the torch on and headed to the door. As soon as I opened it, I saw Dad coming upstairs. I closed the door behind me and bolted towards my new bedroom. I poked my head out to see which way he had gone.

"Ally, there you are, help us with the last few boxes, wouldya?" He asked, not a hint of being worried in his voice.

I shook my head.

"Sorry, I'm busy," I replied as I shut my door.

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