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Essay About Moving Away

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“So you’re gonna have to stay here okay?” My eyes flitter to the man talking and I feel a twinge of fear because I don’t know him at all. “Michael, Mike, are you listening to me?” The two men in the front of the car turn to look around to look at me and I’m struck by how similar they look, both have baby blue eyes and slicked back brown hair. Despite the fear rising in me, I can’t get over how bad their hair looks. They could have dunked their head in a vat of oil and still walked away looking better than this. Their mouths are moving but all I can do is look around at the car I’m in. I can’t seem to find a way to escape, their car is straight out of the 90s with its boxy interior and stained grey interior. I’m brought back to reality when one of them grabs my shoulder and gives it a rough shake, it takes all my power not to flinch and recoil. I look at the shoulder where he grabbed me and see it swathe in a dress shirt, a large men’s shirt. I look down and grab different parts of my face, rubbing my hands over my coarse hair and scratching them on my scuff as I realize I’m a man, I’m not me, I’m not a woman, I’m someone else now. The guys look at …show more content…

The client’s loaded and lives on an old plantation, I guess around here their views haven’t changed much. I see my father looking in a mirror this morning, pulling on his too-baggy, too-ill fitting suit straight out of 1992. He is huge, Thing One is right, back before he met me he played football and was built like a linebacker. Somehow he knew he wasn’t going to meet the client but he got dressed up in his nice suit anyway. He always said “your best defense is looking put together and being educated”. I see him without hesitation going to sit in the backseat, something he would never do now. I see him gearing up for the long ride going over files and pitches that he would never get to

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