Leave It On The Field

Unpacking

I wake up in my new room and i still haven't got used to the big stack of unopened cardboard boxes piled up against the bed. Before I can even register that I'm alive and a human I am bombarded by loud running and screaming "Amelia! Come play with me!" my little brother screams.

"Austin, i just woke up, im tired" he's jumping on my bed telling me to wake up.

"Wake up! Time to get up!" he yells at the top of his lungs.

"Austin please," he gets off running around my room knocking piles of boxes down.

"Austin! No!" he stops in his tracks as a box falls down and almost makes my vanity mirror fall.

"I promise i'll play with you later if you help me clean up this mess," i say trying to reason with him.

"okay okay," he responds with a little fear in his voice. I didn't mean to startle him but I cant break anything in these boxes. Mostly all of them are fragile with things like a set of tea cups my grandma gave me to remember her by. She's my dad's mom and It wasn't like we were never going to visit but she was worried. I had a small shoe box tucked away with things my mom's mom gave me. I had a pile of old pictures in a box with the frames,  jewelry, candles, and other things like clothes and shoes but those didn't matter at the time.

"Thank you for helping me Austin,"

"Promise me you'll play with me today?" he asked
with a puppy dog gleam in his eye.

"Yes Austin, I promise," i ruffle his hair as he smiles at me. I love Austin but he's an energetic kid. It's like if he has 3 hours of sleep he doesn't need coffee to make him less tired.

"Austin!" I hear my mom yell from down stairs.

"Gotta go!" Austin says while quickly zipping out of my room. I turn back around to the now unstacked boxes and open one. Full of clothes. I didn't want to but I needed to unpack some of the boxes in my room, it's turned into a maze of brown while they're all in trails. I put away my clothes in the closet then open another box. Full of clothes. I repeat this process till i come across a box with my little kid jewelry box since i've had since a baby. It has a pretty ballerina in it with a pink and white tutu and spins to a sweet lullaby. The way all jewelry box ballerinas are. I look for my best mom's, mom locket she gave me the day she passed away. I haven't told anyone the sentimental value of this locket. Only my family understands why i never really take it off, the only reason why it was in this box is because I didn't want to lose it while we were moving. I put the locket on and decide to get ready.

I don't know what im gonna do today and i honestly just wanted to leave this house. I hated it here kinda. I mean it's a bigger house than what we've lived in and I have my own room but I always shared a room with my grandma and after her passing I didn't stay in the room till we moved. It took 4 days to pack, after every box i packed i didn't write what was in the box I just took it down stairs and waited at least an hour to go back upstairs and pack a new one.

After finding my locket I looked at the clock and it was only 7:30 in the morning. So i decided I needed to clean up before I did anything in the day. I made my bed and cleaned up my room a bit before going downstairs to eat something and coming back up to brush my teeth. I unpacked a few more boxes of clothes and decorations to spruce up my room a bit. I got bored after a while and went back down stairs just to come back up again. I came back to my room and decided to actually get ready.