Dear Michael // Michael Clifford

Ch 16 : Package

Liz's p.o.v.

I grabbed a hold of my backpack, after accidentally dropping it down the stairs a few minutes ago... Don't judge.

Anyways, now that it's summer and school is over, I don't need to carry this stupid thing. I know I just dropped this backpack and I just picked it back up, but meh. I dropped my backpack down the stairs.

"School is over! Yes! Goodbye homework and horrible school lunches!" I shouted.

"Keep it down!" I heard a voice yell.

I raised an eyebrow and went into the guest bedroom to see Jas.

"Jas, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

"I snuck in." He shrugged.

"Well, get out." I pointed away to the hallway.

"Ugh, fine, but are we still taking that road trip with Mike and Spencer?" He asked getting out of my bed.

"Yes, no, maybe, I don't know yet. I haven't made my mind up yet. More than likely yes. Just get out please." I said.

"Fine! Fine! God damn, it's that time of the month isn't it?" He smirked. I gasped and hit him with a pillow.

He started running off.

"And no! It's not!" I yelled before the front door slammed.

I laughed at Jas' stupidity.

Ah, I have a house to myself. Ever since I complained to my parents about moving, they bought me a small house, which I am glad I have. Now I don't have to deal with their constant nagging and whining about how I didn't clean my room.

I don't know about you, but I like to have my room a mess, I know exactly where everything is. Like for instance, my clothes are in the pile next to my closet, I mean lets face it, who has time to hang their clothes. Then I have my extra snacks lying around everywhere, because you never know if you need a snack when you're on the floor. I also have posters all over my room, on the walls, ceiling, doors, on my mirror, on my desk, and some tapped to the floor, because why not. Then my desk is a huge mess to anybody else, but to me it's neat. I have my candy on one corner, then I have my computer front in center, and then I have my textbooks that I never read but put there to seem smart next to the computer.

See mom and dad? I'm clean, you just don't understand my order.

I put on my Green Day shirt, black skinny jeans, and my all black vans on. I shrugged on my red flannel and huffed. I grabbed the keys to my house and started walking to the postal office, which is just around the corner. It's smart to have a postal office right in the middle of a neighborhood, I applaud the person who thought of that. You are a true hero, now I don't have to walk about a mile for my mail.