A Hearts Enchantment- Summer I Turned Pretty ᰔ

Packing ᰔ

"Hey Mia, you've gotta start packing we leave tommorow hun." Aunt Laurel says to me with a beaming smile of her face.

"Oh shit yeah sorry Aunt Laurel" I say forgetting about the no swearing rule in the house.

"Err. Language Mia!" she says firmly but not shouting.

I don't think i've ever heard her shout it my life.

I nod my head not knowing what to say.

She laughs to herself hinting that she was only joking and isn't mad at me.

Giggling, i smile at her at give her a hug. "Can you help me pack Aunt Laurel. My Mum has always helped." I say putting my hand behind my neck worried about what she will say.

"Awh hunny, of course i will." Aunt Laurel replies frowning clearly feeling sympathy for me.

She opens my suitcase and sits on the end of the bed.

I hand her some clothes as she neatly folds them tightly so she can fit as much clothes in as possible.

We end up packing everything it about 35 minutes.

Packing with Aunt Laurel reminded me of when me and my mum used to pack every year to go on holiday.

I rarely did any of packing.

Mum did most of it cause i am completely useless.

I guess i might have to learn how to do these kind of things on my own.

I thank Aunt Laurel and give a hug hiding my tears, as she goes to leave she turns back around and calmly says "Mia you know you can always talk to me about anything ,i will always listen."

"I know Aunt Laurel. I'm fine. There's nothing to talk about." I say plastering a fake smile on my face.

She leaves the room and i shut the door behind her.

I grab my heavy suitcase and i stand it up next to my dressing table.

I sigh and put my hands in my face fighting the tears however it doesn't seem to work and tears flood down my face.

I flop on my bed still covering my face trying to make the sound of me crying as quite as possible.

Memories of my parents keep flooding in.

They are all that i can think about, the times where my mum would hug me while i was crying because all of my school friends fell out with me.

The times where me and my Dad would sneak out of the house to go get ice cream but Mum would never get mad.

All of those memories.

I miss.

That's all i've got left of them.

When the crash happened they lost all of there meaningful belongings.

All i had left of them was our house but of course I was too young to pay for it so it was sold and all the money was givin to my nan.

I don't like my nan.

She hasn't been in my life since i was 2 yet she still got the money for the house.

I get she was my dads mum, but she didn't support him or his family.

But none of that matters now.

Cause my parents are gone.

And they aren't coming back...