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Chapter 9: The move

It was really hard for me to wake up today because yesterday we got home around midnight. Not because we stayed out late at the beach, but because Caleb's van broke down in the middle of the road; well, we spent about an hour trying to fix it. When we got home, our parents gave us a good scolding, but since we told them what happened, they understood.

Still in bed, my animal alarm clock comes over, licks my face, and jumps on me to get his food.
- I'm coming, Kimba, hold on - I lazily say. When I finally manage to get up, I stare at a fixed point in the room, rebooting myself. Well, this always happens when I go to bed late the night before.

I rub my eyes because they're blurry. My sister is no longer in the room, and her bed is already made. Her things aren't here either; she surely packed them in boxes for the move.
I head to the bathroom with heavy steps, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I almost scream. My hair is more tangled than Rapunzel's, well, Rapunzel never had tangled hair; I don't understand how, considering she had kilometers of hair.

A bit more awake, I go down to the kitchen and see everyone there having breakfast.
- Good morning - I say as I sit at the counter.
- I love your look - my sister sarcastically comments.
- Yeah, beautiful - I ironically laugh. The truth is, I'm a mess. I had two coffees to get more energy; it helped a bit.

- Are you ready or should I make you another coffee? Although I think if you drink another one, you'll go crazy - my mother says.
- No thanks, I'm good.
- Thank goodness, because you still have to pack your things. Oh, the move, what a hassle.
- I swore I'd hire someone to pack everything - I say, resting my head on the table.

- I can pack them for you if you're so tired. - proposes my good friend Luke.
- I would appreciate it, but you'd look like my slave... and that's wrong.
- As long as you pay me, I am.
- Would you be a slave for money?
- Will you pay me or not?
- Let me think... no.
- I'll still pack everything for you.
- Really?
- Let me think... no.
- Don't get your hopes up.
Yeah, don't get your hopes up.

- Liar, I'll pack your things only if afterward... - he paused, making me afraid of what he was going to say - you let me teach you how to skateboard. Don't get your hopes up anymore. I've always wanted to skateboard, so it wouldn't be such a bad idea.
- Well... I accept.
- Yessss! I can't wait to see you fall.
I put on a pouty face, and he came over and wrapped his arms around my head to hug me.
- Shh shh, don't cry.
If Luke is like this, I'll throw tantrums every day.
I pretended to be tough to hide that I was melting.
- Let me go, let me goooo.
- Oh, come on, crazy.
Then I jumped on his shoulders like a monkey and pulled his hair.
- HELPPP! GET THIS CRAZY LADY OFF MEEEE!

- Shh shh, don't cry. - I tell him, and then I let go. We started laughing so hard we seemed like two drunks.
- Oh... I can't anymore... I'm going to die.
He kept laughing, and I struggled for my life because my stomach was contracted from laughing so much. At one point, Luke started coughing, and I thought he was dying.
- Help... - he says while still coughing and turning red.
He's still cute though.
- Here, drink some water. - I say, handing him a glass of water. While he took a sip, he started laughing again and made water come out of his nose.
- EWW GROSS! - I say and burst into laughter.
We laughed for about 10 more minutes, and then we went upstairs to tidy up. We couldn't get distracted anymore because otherwise, my parents would leave without me and my stuff. While my good friend did the work for me, I went to the bathroom and got dressed. I put on a green top and shorts that I bought at a store with Laila.

Upon entering the room, I see Luke closing some boxes, and the bedroom looks just as it did before we arrived at this house.

- Well, I'm done. - he says victoriously and tired at the same time. - If you don't see Kimba for a few days, it's because he stayed with his dad, I mean me. - he says, pointing to himself.