"Alia honey, we have to leave now!” I heard my mother call from the living room.

It was happening again, the constant moving, we barely spend more than a year or so in any new town.

My mother was running away from my father and every time she feels he is getting closer to finding us we move.

I rolled my eyes, and went over to where my bags were already packed, I put in the last bit of my clothing and zipped the bag.

I was already getting tired of it, I was tired of the changes, new school, new people, new views, new life that ended the minute...