I guess it all started in 2010. The first time I ever moved. I was twelve, and already a kind of emotionless robot. I remember saying goodbye to friends and not shedding a single tear, but rather remaining normal. On the outside at least. My mom cried. She hated leaving, but we had to. My dad's parents were in bad shape and we were the only ones who could take care of them.

My dad has two sisters, an older one and younger one, who at the time I thought were both pretty cool.

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Two things I learned
- Just because someone appears nice to you, doesn't mean they have good intentions.
- I ended up finding out from my mom that just because people are related by blood, doesn't mean everyone has to play nice. When it comes to money, almost everyone's a sucker.
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The youngest of my dad's sisters lives abroad, while the eldest is in the same country -- yet still couldn't find it in her to come down and take care of her parents. She has two kids, both of whom are older than myself and perfectly capable of taking care of themselves so that obviously wasn't an issue.

But holding grudges isn't going to help anything, so I won't.

So we stayed with my grandparents. I always hated staying there because they lived in the middle of the forest, and there are always huge tree spiders in the house.

I didn't have anything to do, nothing I was passionate about yet except soccer, but I couldn't ecen play outside by myself because my grabdmother told me not to, because of snakes.

Saw one once and it didn't bother me as much as spiders, but they're definitely more poisonous than the spiders so I decided to take my grandmother's advice.

Everything was pretty boring till it was time for me to start school again.

And then the school hunt began.