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"Hey mom, where do I put this box?" I called into the maze of moving boxes.
"What does the label say sweetie?"She called back, the sound came from the "kitchen". More like a fish tank with a refrigerator if you ask me.
I turned the box around somehow managing not to drop it and read the label on it. "RHIANNON" was written in slanted black marker on the side.
"Never mind its mine." I said and maneuvered my way through half unpacked boxes and furniture to my new room. It was small, but really cozy. The walls were a soft rose colored that just radiated warmth. A window looked out towards the road with faded eggshell curtains. It reminded me of my old room back in Melbourne. Of course, my room wasn't as small as this one, but I kind of like it better. My room always felt empty, like I could never really fill it, but this I could fill and make it my own. It made my heart feel... almost full, something I haven't felt in a long time.
I set the box next to my bed (a.k.a. mattress on the floor) and sat down next to it. I blindly reached around me and found a pair of scissors that were lying near me. Taking an edge, I cut the tape off of the top of the box, and opened it, eager to see what was packed inside.
Inside, was everything photography. All of my different types of cameras, photo albums, picture frames, scrapbooks, all of my favorite memories. I picked up my large camera and turned it on. I slung the strap around my neck feeling the familiar weight against my skin. I held up the camera to my eyes and clicked a picture of my view outside my window. Then I snapped a few of my room; kind of like a before picture. I couldn't wait to put up some pictures and my favorite poster of a waterfall that I took last summer. It was a really beautiful picture of a random waterfall that my dad and I stumbled upon when we went on a hike. He's in the picture laughing, the water cascading down the mossy rocks behind him into a deep blue pool that ventured off in a nearby by river going to who-knows-where. I closed my eyes for a moment remembering a happier time, before it happened. I took out various picture frames and photography books and set them into stacks. I was almost done when the door bell rung, a sweet little chime echoing throughout the house.
"Rhiannon, can you get that sweetie?" Mom called from somewhere in the house (her room maybe?).
"Yeah mom, sure." I called back, letting my camera rest against my chest I got up. I stretched my arms over my head, yawning. I glanced at the clock on the far wall above the T.V. It was 9:23 pm.
After fighting my way through the towers of boxes and furniture I reached the front door. After looking through the peep hole, I opened the door to the delivery guy holding a large pepperoni pizza, dad's favorite. The delivery guy was really tall with broad shoulders and had an olive complexion that the red shirt only complemented. He had dark brown hair shoved under a red cap, with deep brown eyes. I was a sucker for brown eyes.
"Um, Lillian and Rhiannon, right?" He said in a soft velvety voice as he quickly read the names on his receipt.
"Yep, that would be my mother and I." I said, half smiling. He smiled back, showing a mouth full of white teeth. He glanced behind me, only for a moment.
"New in town, huh?" He asked balancing the forgotten pizza with one hand while he readjusted his cap on his head.
"Can you tell?" I asked sarcastically, gesturing back inside.
"Well, you know small towns. Lots of gossip, everyone knows everyone, so when someone new shows up its kind of a big deal." He said, saying it like it was nothing. I nodded, playing along with a grin.
