I sat in the front seat of a truck. The plains rolled on forever. The calling of summer was on the wind. Although summer was on the way I was glum for this was the eighth move my Dad had to force on us. My Dad's name is Colter Soier but I call him Dad.
"How are you doing sport" my Dad's rough voice asked.
I said in my very changing thirteen year old voice, "same as always Dad"
"oh, well were moveing to Shapon City"
I had heard the name before and its not even a city its just a small town in the middle of the mountains. This was going to be the worst summer ever! Eventully the plains gave away to hills whitch turned to mountains.
"Dad, why do we have to move again"
"Because the Invent Co. moved my status" My dad works for an inventing company and he's an inventor. I just fear one of his inventions is going to cost one of us.
"Why do they always move you"
"Because they think that different places give different ideas"
There was a long silence before I asked, "Is it true wolves live in the mountains"
"Yah but there arn't to many wolves in the U.S. these days"
At that I just stared out the window again.
Part 4 Chapter 1 The new old forest
15 years ago
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