Moving Day. I hate today, as so far all I've done since I woke up is pack, pack, pack. I haven't even had breakfast yet! Curse you, Moving Day! I have tripped and fell over like 4 huge boxes so far, and that's all the boxes I have finished packing. 12 more boxes to go!
"UUUGHHH!" I groaned, sitting down on my bare bed with a bump and wiping the sweat off my forehead. Being a teenager is really getting to me. Plus, I'm starting to get MORE stomach cramps.
With a sigh, I got up and packed more stuff into 2 more boxes. 10 more to go.
After tripping over EVERY. SINGLE. BOX. I finally packed 4 more. 6 more.
4 more to go.
2 more to go.
Wait, lemme take a smaaaaall break...
"Bella."
I looked around, terrified. Everything was dark. The voice sounded familiar.
"Remember me?" the deep male voice asked creepily, and I whipped around.
Dalton.
"Get away from me!" I cried, backing up with my hands held up in front of me.
"Now don't be like that, sweet cheeks," he grinned a sinister smile.
His teeth were covered in blood.
I screamed.
I ran.
"NO!" I bolted awake, panting and finding myself drenched in sweat. When did I fall asleep?
Biting my lip, I got up and moved around the room, looking for more stuff to pack. Most of my important stuff were packed. Junk were left.
"Meh, I'll pack them anyway," I muttered, bending over to pick up 2 old dolls. "I have extra space."
After EVERYTHING was packed and ready to go, I sauntered into the shower and had fun standing under the warm water for about 1 hour.
"AAAAH, this is the life!" I smiled happily.
After my hour of relaxation, I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel (oops, forgot to pack that) and walked out of my bathroom to find the perfect going-away ensemble out of the few choices that I had left out.
I know I don't like fashion, but I want to look good for my last day in Forks.
There was a pink dress with a darker pink backpack, a ridiculously frilly purple dress with a lilac clutch, and a red t-shirt, white jeans, a white scarf and a small red handbag.
I don't know what I was thinking of when I laid out the purple dress, so I neatly folded it and put it in a box along with the clutch. The t-shirt and jeans were nice, but the small red handbag was unsuitable for traveling.
The dress, then.
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