𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

New

I grab the last box that dad told me to grab from our moving van. He walks up the new steps with some boxes of his own. "Here honey, I have one more." He laughs. "Sorry. Your mom's back is starting to hurt so I'm going to have to do more with you." He says, putting another box on top. "That's alright dad, is she okay?"

He pulls down the door, setting the last box down. I groan softly from the heavy weight. "Yeah she's fine, just needs a break. You understand right kiddo?" He says, pulling me against him by my shoulder. A simple side hug. "Yeah I do." He lets go, grabbing the box on the ground and we walk inside.

The new house smelled old, like it's been here forever. I start school in two days, and we have a ton of unpacking to do just for my room. I see mom sitting down on the new couch, and dad walking over to her. "We're going to set up her room okay hun?" He says, leaning down to kiss her. Mom nods and kisses him back.

Gross. I think to myself, walking upstairs to my new room. It was smaller than my old room, but still enjoyable. Dad followed up shortly after, sort of startling me as he entered. I turned sharply around to see him holding my personal box. "Okay kiddo, what do you want to do first?" He asks, setting down the box by my door. I shrug.

"It doesn't matter." He laughs lightheartedly. "Easy enough." We begin to take out my comforter, applying it onto my bed which was bare when the movers brought it up. My comforter was a darker purple, sort of sparkly but not too childish. I had only three pillows.

Then we set up my vanity, it had lights around the mirror like a backstage dressing room you'd see on a television show or something. We spent an hour just on my room so it would be good enough for me to sleep in comfortably. We go downstairs, and by then mom was in the kitchen setting up silverware and pictures.

I sit down for a moment on the couch, looking around and taking in my surroundings. As you walk in the front door, you get an immediate view of the living room to your right. We had a vaulted ceiling and a skylight in the living room. The kitchen straight ahead, so you can see us in it from through the screendoor. The stairs were on your left when you walked in.

You could stand on the top in the hallway and view the entire first level, it was kinda cool. I enjoyed it. My room was immediately ahead, with the bathroom a door down. There was a spare bedroom to the left and mom and dads bed was in the basement. I haven't gone down there yet.

Suddenly dad calls me asking me to help. I hop up and begin to do what they ask. We spend hours unpacking until it was around 10 PM and we were tired. We set up their room a little, just so they could sleep until they could get more done. We all decide its late and we should go to bed, saying our goodnights we go our separate ways.

I walk up into my room, admiring it. I was starting to like it a little more than I did when we first moved. I undress into my pajamas, and place my old clothes in my hamper by my closet. I tie my hair up for the night and lay down, thinking. I'm so nervous for school, what will kids think of somebody joining late? Will they bully me? Are they different? Maybe they're nicer kids than I'm imagining. I wore myself out with thoughts and all the exercise throughout the day, I fall asleep quickly.

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I wake up, it's loud. I don't open my eyes, but I can hear powertools on the other side of my door. Just then, it opens causing me to shoot my eyes open. It's my dad. "Goodmorning sleepyhead. Get up, we have more work to do." He closes my door, and I sigh, bringing my self up. I sit at the side of my bed for a moment, waking up. I get up slowly, and walk to my closet.

I pick out an outfit I don't care getting dirty. I slip them on and head to my bathroom where I brush my hair and teeth. I pull my hair into a ponytail and begin asking about things I need to do. "Yeah honey can you hand me that picture?" Dad points to the picture sitting against the counter of the kitchen.