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Rehearsal One

Read the following sad short story then answer the questions:
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Lesson One: Learn to Adjust (for the better)

"I‟m really going to miss you Aubrey," said my best friend Tracey.
I put my last box in the U-Haul. "I know. I‟m really gonna miss you too Trace." I felt my
eyes start to sting and I knew I was on the edge of crying. Tracey outstretched her arms and
we hugged for the millionth time that day.
"I‟ll call you as soon as we get settled," I said. We then did our handshake we made up
years ago, and said our last good-byes. Again.
I got in the car and looked at a crying Tracey as we were pulling away. There I was: Aubrey
Hall, on my twelve hour journey with my divorced mother to start our new life in sunny North
Carolina. From somewhere as small as Murray City Ohio to somewhere like North Carolina is
a huge change. A change I didn‟t want to make. As I was scrolling absent-mindedly through
the songs on my IPod, reality hit me, and it hit me hard. In less than eighty-two hours from
then, I‟d be a friendless fifteen years old at Maplewood High. „That‟s something to look
forward to,‟ I thought sarcastically.
Hun, listen. I know you didn‟t want to go, but look at how good things will be for us. I got a
new job, we‟ll have a nice house on the beach, you‟ll make a whole bunch of new friends, and
maybe you‟ll even meet some cute guys," Mom said. Normally, she‟s my best friend, but I
was still too upset that she was making me move to think of her as anything but my mother.
All I could do was nod in return. I closed my eyes and drifted asleep.

-12 Hours Later-

After twelve hours of sleeping, waking up, getting gas and talking to Mom, I saw the
"Welcome to North Carolina!" sign I‟d been dreading. We drove for about another twenty
minutes until our car came to a stop.
"Oh gosh Aubrey! Look at the house!," yelled Mom excitedly. I looked up at the two-
story, white, cozy, white fenced, most beautiful house I‟d ever seen.
"THIS is our house?!," I yelled back excitedly. I didn‟t give her a chance to answer my
rhetorical question. I ran out of the car toward the covered, wraparound porch. I wasted no
time going inside. I felt my draw drop in shock. The foyer was a small square with a spiral
stair case about four feet ahead. To the left of the stairs was a hallway which I followed,
leading me into the biggest kitchen I have ever seen. The island in the middle was surrounded
by six dark mahogany, tall chairs, matching the cabinets. The marble counter tops matched the
island‟s perfectly. The new stainless steel appliances shined with a new touch. I walked
through a doorway into a light yellow, bright living room with brown furniture and the biggest
flat screen TV I‟d ever seen hanging from the wall. I walked back excitedly toward the spiral
staircase to pick out one of the three bedrooms on the second floor. I picked a light lilac room
with white carpet, a small balcony with a set of French doors, and an adjoining bathroom.
After I unpacked what seemed like a billion boxes and called Tracey, I gave my room a
nod of approval. I looked at my newly decorated queen sized bed with a bunch of throw
pillows. I looked at my white desk in the corner of my room. And I looked at my selves lined

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