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that sat in a clearing in the midst of the forest.  He reached over to the piece of paper sitting on the dashboard which had the directions written on it.  He double checked the address and then turned off the car.  I started to panic. 
                  “Is this it?”  I asked.
                  “Yep.  Come on and grab what you can.  I’ve gotta get in bed.”  He pulled the big suitcase and my duffle bag from the backseat and disappeared in the blackness as he paced toward the house. 
                  With the biggest attitude ever, I slammed my door and grabbed my pillow, laptop, and suitcase from the backseat and did my best to see him as I made my way blindly toward the front door.  The air smelled strange to me; kind of like mint and stagnant water mixed together.  The sounds of frogs and crickets were so prevalent in the air that I tread slowly because I was afraid I was either gonna step on one or be attacked by one.  I’m probably the least outdoorsy person on Earth.  I hate to get dirty, I don’t do bugs, and I was nearly having a nervous breakdown walking up to the house without really being able to see where I was going. 
                  Just in the nick of time, my dad got the door open and flipped the switch that worked the porch light.  With a clear path, I just about ran the last few yards I had to go.  I dropped my bag on the floor and looked around at the four walls that would be home to me for the next half a year.  The dank, musty smell was unfortunately one of the houses nicer features.  I tried to hide my expression as I looked around, but it didn’t work.  The old flowered wallpaper was once white with pink flowers, but was now yellow with roses that had been worn down to a sad shade of dirty peach.  The furniture that was left behind by the last tenants looked like it survived nuclear fallout.  There were holes the size of my fist in the couch, stains that I had to force myself not to be too curious about, and a pattern that was trumped by nothing other than the smell imbedded in the material. 
                  Hesitantly, I walked down the small hallway leading to the bedroom and took a deep breath before turning on the light.  It wasn’t as bad as I was imagining it to be, but it was nothing short of depressing.  The walls were painted a pale shade of hospital green and the light in the ceiling didn’t have a fixture.  There was nothing but the base and a dusty light bulb.  The closet door was propped up on the wall near the window and the carpet was gray so I couldn’t tell what was on it, but my imagination helped me fill in the blanks.  Next, I glanced over to the right where the bed was.  It was a plain steel frame; something like what you’d expect to see in a jail cell. 
                  I heard my dad coming down the hall and I tried to straighten my face.  He stood beside me and put his arm around my shoulder.  “It’s only for six months,” he reminded me.
                  “I know……but I don’t even know if I’ll make it that long.”
                  He laughed.  “At least they left us some furniture.  I thought we’d be spending the first few weeks on the floor.  But see?  You have a decent bed and everything.”
                  I turned up my face.  “Yeah, I guess.”
                  He patted my shoulder.  “Just grab one of the extra blankets I brought and throw it over the mattress.  Our stuff should be here in a few days and you can make the bed up the right way then.”  He smiled weakly.  “I’m about to lock up and turn in.  Just turn out the light when you get ready to go bed.” 
                  When he left the room, I stopped to look around again.  This place was terrible and it was no one’s fault but my own that I had to be here.  With that thought, I decided to suck it up and