Feeling a little groggy as I drop the last unpacked box in my room, I decide to check the time. I search the dark room until I find what I'm looking for. My phone. I unlock it to see that the time is 3:45 in the morning! Me and Bree have spent over 11 hours unpacking! That doesn't seem right. Suddenly I'm more awake now than I was a few minutes ago. I look around the house and see all the major rooms are unpacked such as the bathrooms, living room, and kitchen. The only rooms that aren't done yet are of course mine and Bree's. I then get that groggy feeling back as I look over all the hard work that's been done in those short 11 hours. I lazily go back to my master room (we flipped a coin earlier and I won!) and look for my charger. I then plug it in and find my way to my bed as sleep graciously takes me away.
Too bad it didn't last for long.
I wake up to the annoying beeping of my phone. I roll over to turn it off as I've always done in the past only to realize my phone is plugged in across the room. And that my new carpet isn't as soft as it felt earlier.
"Shit." I mumble to myself rubbing my now aching shoulder from the fall off my bed.
I manage to pick myself up and look at the reason why I had this rude wakening. My cell phone is on the floor so innocently. I swear if I didn't need it in my life I would've thrown that thing at a wall. But sadly I do. I can't live without it. It's then that I realize exactly what time it was.
"Shit it's already 12!" I yell in my empty room to no one.
"Hey Bree get the hell up!! Its already past 12!" I yell as I make my way out my room and down the hall towards hers.
"Bree! Seriously you need to get u-" It isn't until I get distracted by a piece of paper taped to her door that I stop my yelling.
"Sam! Hopefully you wake up soon and see this. Get your lazy butt ready cause we're gonna go LA shopping at 1!"
Just as I finish reading the note I look down at my phone.
"Crap! It's already 12:15!"
Just like that I go back to my room and go through my first big box of clothes. I don't have a lot of time so I quickly decided on dark blue jeans with a purple tank top and a white over shirt. I don't have time to find shoes so I go with my favorite pair of Vans I wore yesterday and to top it all off I wear a grayish knit hat/beanie type thing. I quickly change and grab an apple. I decide to not wear any makeup
1) because I'm only going shopping and I don't have to impress anyone
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2) because I don't wanna go look for it
Lazy I know but I don't care at this point. Right now all I care about is the next time I get to see my bed and just sleep. But I have a feeling that might be awhile especially looking at all the boxes I have piled in my room. Who would've thought that my small room at my old house could fit all this stuff!?
*Beep Beep*
And that's how I know that Bree's ready to go. I quickly grab all my stuff and run towards the front door making sure everything is turned off and locked once I take passenger in our car. It's really my car since I got my license first but we both split the insurance cost so now it's pretty much the both of ours.

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We Meet Again (A Jackson Guthy Love Story) *ON HOLD*
Fanfiction~My first fanfiction ever! Sorry if it's not the best.~ Sam was finally confident in herself. And with her best friend Bree by her side they move to LA to follow their dreams and forget all about that jerk in first grade!