Falling too hard

One

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I slam my alarm clock hard, like very hard. I get up and look at my packed up room. Today's the day. Today's the day I go to college.

It takes me about 10 minutes to fully get out of bed. When I do I throw on a hoodie and head to the kitchen, "Hey auntie," I say still pretty tired. I had been up most of the night packing. "Good morning Ashley," she replies. I go to the pantry and grab some bread. I throw it on the counter and grab a plate, jelly, and butter. "I could make you something more... nutritionus," My aunt suggests. "Nah..." I say and I head upstairs.

I head up the stairs and to my surprise I see... my dad?! "Surprise!!!" He yells, sounding like a teen. "I thought you were at work?!" I say with a huge smile on my face. "I had to take a day off to see my baby," Dad replies as he gives me a bear hug. I hug him back, happy to see him. "Thank goodness your here, because I'm gonna need help getting all these boxes in my car," I say. "Alright, alright, I'll help," and with that he heads downs stair to the kitchen.

I watch him hug Auntie. I quite weird thinking maybe if she didn't leave- I cut my self off thinking its her loss anyway.

I go upstairs to my room. When I enter my bathroom I realize I'm a mess, a BIG mess. I grab my brush and comb my dark-ish brown hair.

I then apply some light makeup and head to my dresser. Oooof. I finally decide to go with a long sleeve sweater like shirt and some skinny jeans.

I put on my charm bracelet that my dad gave me when I was first born. It has tons of charms from important events. My latest one is of a graduation cap from when I graduated high-school.

*Beep Beep Beep*

I look out the window to see what this noise was. It's the moving truck... It's the moving truck!! Shit dad's gonna kill me. I slip on my tennis shoes (the only ones that haven't been packed up), then I grab a box... which seems to be the last, and waddle outside.

Why the fuck is this so heavy? "About time you showed up," says Auntie. "Sorry I was still get ready" I reply.

I finally waddle me self over to the moving truck. And oh my fucking gawd! I almost drop the box. In front of me is a very handsome stranger. It takes me a second to realize were staring at each other. Well, it's me staring at him really.

"Would you stop staring at me like your confused and give me the box?" He asks sounding impatient. I slowly give him the box. "I am confused, you have to be at least 19. Shouldn't you be getting ready at your college or something?" I ask. "Oh she's smart," He says. With the same straight darn face.

His eyes show no expression whatsoever. Hey has curly dark brown hair. "Oh he's a smart-ass!" I say with a smirk on my face.

He just puts the box in the truck and shuts the door. Yup... totally a smart-ass. "Ready to go?" Asks dad who's starting to tear up. "Oh dad..." I hug him, "Yes I'm ready to go I have everything I need," We say are goodbyes, then I hop in the car.