The real me

Packing Up

The past week has been absolutely hectic.

My dad and I have been packing non stop trying to get everything sorted before we have to go. I don't want to go, but I have no choice so I labour on with all the work that needs to be done. 

I start with my room. I felt it was best to get it over and done with. We already have furniture in the new house so all of my furniture is being scrapped. The one thing I begged my dad to let me take was my dressing table and velvet stool. They used to be my Grandma's and I couldn't bare to get rid of them. I packed all of my clothes into suitcases and my books and toys in another. Then my make-up and porcelain dolls were wrapped in bubble wrap so noting would smash and then they were packed in yet another small case. 

The rest of the house wasn't too difficult and we were all done with one day to spare.

I'm not going to go into detail about my last day of school but the one thing I will tell you is that there were many tears. I didn't want to leave. All of my best friends were right here and I was being brutally snatched away from them. My dad told me I'd make plenty of new friends in no time, but we both knew he was just lying to protect y feelings. 

As I left school that day I waved goodbye to my friends. The last goodbye we'd ever have 

Authors Note: I' so so sorry for being a crappy writer. I don't even have an excuse for not updating, I've just been to god damn lazy to actually write. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will try and update again soon xx