When I Met Him

What Happened?

"I'm home daddy! " I said as I returned home after a really stressful day at school. I jogged up the stairs and entered my room. My room was pretty big. It had purple walls with black  furniture inside. I love it so much because it is dope.
Just so you know , I'm not the cliché kind of girl. I'm not a goody goody two shoes and I'm not a rebel or a  punk. I'm a sarcastic average 16 year old girl. My grades are pretty okay I'm smart enough not to fail.

I flopped down on my well laid bed after removing my clothes and changing into sweatpants and a tank top.
         I rolled over to my side to check my phone for any notifications.  I realised I had 3 missed calls, and four texts. All three over the missed calls were from dad and two texts were also from him telling me to "come home" and "hurry up" . The last two texts were from my Best friend, zara, telling me to watch the latest episode of Scream Queens.                 
               Rolling  my eyes, I sprinted out of my room to my dad's room, only to see the room bare and empty with exception to the bed. The room had been stripped of all furniture,  there were boxes scattered around the room, ranging from Gucci to  Louis Vuitton.  They were all my dad's.  I heard some shuffling around in the direction of the dressing  room.
I walked over to the dressing room and I  looked around and saw my dad putting the last of his shoes I'm a box that seemed to only contain  shoes . When he noticed my presence, he turned around, hitting his head in the process . It took everything in me to  hold back a laugh  
    "Sorry dad " I said
" oh hey Jo. Didn't see you there " he said while wincing at the pain as he rubbed his head.
" dad, what's with all the boxes? Are you going for another  business trip?" I said while gesticulating with my hands, the boxes around.
" about that......" he trailed off " we're moving"