2 We Have to Move

CHAPTER TWO WE HAVE TO MOVE I HUSTLED HOME and went into the kitchen. My book report was right where I left it on the counter. It was all about the story of Henry Sugar, by Roald Dahl. That is one of my all-time favorite stories. I like how the main character gets his brain to be super focused on things. I put the report in my backpack, zipped it up, and headed to the foot of the stairs. I could hear Mom and Dad talking up there.

Well, they weren't quite talking. It was more like yelling. That's because Mom was blow-drying her hair. So they had to yell to hear each other. "I had to come home to get my book report!" I called up the stairs. "I forgot it!" They didn't respond. The blow-dryer and their own yelling was too loud for them to hear me. So I decided just to hurry back to Rosie and Simon. But when I got to the front door I didn't go outside. That's because I heard Dad yell my name in a sentence. "We're going to need to move all Molly's things," he yelled. I took my hand off the doorknob. "What?" I said and walked back to the staircase. "Move all my things?" "We'll have to move our stuff too," Mom yelled

back. The blow-dryer was still going full-blast. I cupped my hand around my ear. "It's got to be done," Dad yelled. "It will be here sooner than we know it." I scrunched up my face and asked myself, "What are they talking about?" "I'll have to leave my job," Mom said loudly. "We'll get by," Dad said back just as loudly. "But it's all going to change. We'll all be in a different place, that's for sure."

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"Leave her job?" I whispered and backed away from the stairs toward the front door. I opened it slowly and quietly, even though I knew there was no way they could hear me. "Different place?" I heard one last bit of their conversation. "How do you think Molly's going to react when we tell her?" Mom called over the blow-dryer. "I don't know," Dad called back. Then a few seconds later, he said, "We have to move." Oh. No. I didn't want to move. No way. No possible way. I squeezed the door shut—and ran back to Rosie and Simon. They waved at me from sidewalk square seventy-two. I'd have to move away from my two best friends in the whole world.