Amanda's POV:
Packing your things is hard. Saying goodbye is harder. Leaving is hardest. "Is it this hard to pack to my things?!" I shouted. Suddenly, Mark entered the room. "I heard you shouting. Do you need help?" I felt embarrassed. "Sure. Who told you where my room is?" Of course, it was pretty obvious. My Grandma! "Your grandma. Haven't you guessed?" "I have. I just let it slip through my lips. Now, are you going to help me or you're just going to stand there?" He seemed to notice that I was staring at him. "Oh yeah. I'll help." I opened my closet. "Wow! You have a lot of stuff." I sighed. "Let's get started then!" Mark piped up. I smiled at him. I then started pulling some stuff out of my closet. Clothes, three bags, some sunscreen, lotion, and a lot of FOOD. Mark took the bags and started placing the things that I brought out in one of the bags. The first bag was filled with food. The second was for accessories. The third bag was filled with my clothes. Grandma entered the room. She was holding three bags. "Mark, here are your bags." Mark took them and placed it on the floor. I noticed Grandma was holding two backpacks. "What are those grandma?" I pointed at the packs. "These are magical backpacks. You can put your luggage in it and it doesn't even feel heavy!" She handed Mark a blue one while she gave me a yellow one. "Go on. Try it!" Mark went first. He opened the backpack and placed in on the floor. He took his first bag and placed it inside. Surprisingly, it fit inside. He lifted up the backpack. "Wow! It doesn't even feel heavy at all!" He continued placing his luggage inside. I picked up my bag. I put all my bags inside. Minutes later, we heard wolves outside.
