Packing Up

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               Today was the last day of school before summer holidays. I feel free. My outlook on the summer camp issue has improved drastically ever since Laury had been allowed to come with me. Right now I’m in my room packing for camp.

               My room is very… me. It shows my personality. Three of the four walls are painted as follows:

Wall #1-Baby Blue.

Wall #2-Lilac Purple.

Wall #3-Vibrant Green.

               The fourth wall is different. I painted it checkered. The black squares are painted with chalkboard paint. Chalk isn’t really my favorite medium to draw with because it smudges too easily, but I still like being able to draw whenever I feel the need to draw come over me. The white squares I use to post pictures of me, my family, and Laury. Those are pretty much the only people I even talk to. Before the Incident pictures of me and him used to cover most of the white squares. After the Incident… well let’s just say that I had fun ripping all those pictures up into tiny little pieces and having a miniature bonfire in my metal garbage can.

               Those are the most special things about my room. Other than that I have typical bedroom stuff. A bed with a pink comforter on it, a black dresser, a bookshelf filled with books, and an overflowing hamper – not to mention the dirty clothes laying on the floor. My suitcase lay open on the bed. This camp was for an entire month, which I was pretty surprised at. I didn’t even know they could do that. I was in the middle of listening to my favorite song while dancing around my room in my pajamas (nice packing, hey?) when my iPhone started vibrating. I didn’t even bother looking at the Caller ID; I knew it would be Laury.

               “Hello?” I said cheerfully.

               “Hey chicka. What’s up?”

               “Nothing, just packing for camp. I was actually just going to call you when my phone rang. I need help going through my clothes.”

               “I’ll be right over.”

               Literally a second after I heard the dial tone, my door was flung open, and there stood Laury. “Always with the over dramatics,” I said, chuckling softly to myself.

               “Hell yeah. It’s good practice for when I become a-.” She stopped herself midsentence and posed with her arms in the air.

               “MOVIESTAR!” we both said in unison. After recovering from the tear-inducing fit of laughter that ensued, Laury started rifling through my half-packed suitcase. And then I remember her entrance.

               “You called right as you were walking through the front door, didn’t you,” I said in an accusatory tone. She has her own key to my place, and I have one to hers.

               She looked up from my suitcase and said, “Took you long enough. Of course I did.” And then she started rifling through my suitcase again. “Oh, honey. I’m so glad I called. You need some help,” she said in the most serious voice she could muster. Her face was a perfect poker face until we both cracked up at the same time. I’m the one with the decent fashion sense, her – not so much.

               “Thanks. It’s good to know you have so much faith in me,” I said teasingly.

               “Oh, no problemo.”

               I wasn’t sure, so I asked Laury, “How much should I pack?”

               “Umm… a month’s worth, duh.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.

               “Well no shit, Sherlock,” I said while rolling my eyes. Together we ended up packing my suitcase almost full. We didn’t even have to sit on the top to get it to close – I was quite proud of myself. I had all the necessities needed.

               “Time to go to my house!” Laury exclaimed like a little kid. “Hurry up, hurry up.”

               “Ugh… fine, let’s go.” She squealed in delight and dragged me by the hand out of my house to her house next door.

               Uh-oh. This has the potential to be a disaster.

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