Writer's Block

Moving in

Hey guys! I told you I was back! My family is going through a really tough time right now. The girl that I based Sophie off of, a cousin of mine, is really sick. She had to be taken to the ER last night, and she had a temp of 107. I didn't even know that was possible. I just wanted to tell ya'll, in case this gets a little angsty. So yeah. Enjoy!

My apartment was small and simple. It had four rooms - a bathroom, a kitchen which doubled as the entranceway, my room, and an office. The office would soon be Sophie and Grant's bedroom.

I led Sophie into my office, sweeping my hand through the air. "This is your new room." I smiled at her worried expression as she took in my typewriter, desk, a ragged green chair, and filing cabinets. "I'll move the desk and the cabinets out. You can keep the chair if you want. It's super comfy."

A knock shocked Sophie, causing her to jump and I covered my snicker with my free hand, turning back towards the front door. "You in there, you guys?" Joseph called through the wood. "I can help now!"

I looked back at Sophie and winked at her. "Do you mind watching your little brother as Joseph and I move stuff in? That would help a lot."

Sophie smiled and nodded at me before turning to curl up in my favorite ugly puke-green chair that was wedged in the corner of the room. I placed Grant next to her and ruffled her hair before walking out of the room to open the door for Joseph.

Joseph stood in the entranceway fiddling with the corner of his shirt. "What'cha do with the kids?" He asked, looking aroound me.

"They're in the office," I answered. "Curled up in my puke-chair."

He rolled his eyes at me. "When are you going to get rid of that eyesore?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Never. It's amazing."

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes once more at me before turning to lead the way down the stairs to the U-Haul. He stood next to me as I yanked open the rusty doors, wincing as they let out a ear-piercing screech. We stood staring at the mountain of boxes for a few moments, before Joseph patted my shoulder.

"Welp," he said. "Let's get started."

We both grabbed a box, carrying them up the stairs into the kitchen in my apartment. Two down, a hundred to go.

It was going to be a long day.