"Riley!" I yell back, opening my arms, welcoming her short warm body.
I stroke her light brown hair, which resembles mine in a strong way.
She blinks her emerald eyes, staring into my grey ones, "I wanna choose my room!" She gleams simultaneously springing out of my arms and past my room and to the last bedroom.
"I wanna be right next to you." She declared.
And that was what happened, because Riley always gets her way.
"Alright," I grin back at her. I follow her into her room.
"Piggy back ride!" She yells, too late for me to prepare for her squirming body to hop on my back.
I flinch, and groan.
The pressure activates my bruise, but I secure her safety by grabbing her legs, that barely make it to my sides.
I squeeze my eyes shut, this is for my sister, I think.
"Haha! Sneak attack! I gotcha sissy!"
"Yeah, you got me. Let's go unpack." I take the advantage of gripping her legs and set her down at my side and sigh.
"Oh! Yay. Where is my Minnie Mouse bag?" She questions aimlessly into the house.
"Right here sweetheart!" I hear my mom call from downstairs, already taking some boxes from the uhaul.
I trail behind my sister, to unpack as well.
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My alarm went off, the same old three beat sound was playing.
The same one I heard back in Florida.
I slapped it off after groggily opening my eyes.
I slid out of my barely-put-together bed and made my way into my bathroom.
The bad thing about this house is that I have to share a bathroom with Riley.
The door was already shut, a yellow light illuminating the bottom of the floor around it.
I groaned as I headed back into my room. I guess I have to pick my clothes out.
I chose an everyday black crop top, light blue jeans, and a pair of marroon vans. After rethinking that this is a new start. To be someone that isn't me,to make a better first impression,I threw on a sweatshirt.
Yes, I know, wearing a sweatshirt makes things WORSE. But it doesn't. It just cov-
"Emmmie! Bathrooms ready!!" I heard Rily pipe up.
"Okay," I said, more to myself then her. I turned on the shower, striped from my clothes and slipped under the water.
It was warm and I enjoyed every second of it. Reminded me of the ocean. The ocean I would never dare swim in again .
The morning flew by, and before I knew it, I was hoping into my own, run down car, driving Riley to her elementary school.
"Have a good day!" I say, like a parent.
"Okay! You too." We exchanged goodbyes and I skidded off after an angry parent honked their horn, anxious to drop their own kid off.
I park my car about a mile away at this new high school.
I went through everything I had to do and got out of the car.
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