The Unexpected Killer (Editing)

Chapter 2

I awaken to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. I hit the button on it and I sit up rubbing my tired eyes and yawning. I slip out of my bed swiftly and walk slowly into my kitchen. I put on coffee and make myself a bowl of cereal. I grab a coffee mug and pour the coffee into it. I take a deep breath, taking in the spell of coffee. Yum, fresh coffee, I think. 

As soon as I finish, I put my dishes into my dish wash and start it. I head back to my little room and get changed into a white tank top and black shorts and socks. I walk into my bathroom and brush my long brown hair and then put it into a messy bun.   

I grab two boxes from my closet and start to pack everything that's in the bathroom because today's the day I move into a new town full of new people, a new house and a new life. But it's not really a big deal because I have barely any friends here anyways and Jim makes me move around a lot for jobs he makes me do. As soon as I'm done packing in there I check to make sure I have everything, then I move onto the next room. The living room.

I get out four more boxes that I had kept when I first moved into here, a month ago. When I am getting ready to be done packing, an hour later, the last thing I have  from the living room is the big flat screen television. I know for a fact that that this is going to be a war between me and the television. I stare at it trying to think of how to put in in the box. 

I walk towards it and I must have stepped on the remote because the television turned on which made me jump. I let out a loud scream. I shake my head slightly at it and turn off it off. I wrap my arms around it and lift it up and start to walk towards the box for it, but before I get there it slips out of my arms and falls onto the ground just inches away from my foot. I stomp over to the remote in anger and throw it as hard as I can at the television. "Stupid fucking thing." I yell at it. I decide that it will be the every last thing I pack up. I move on to a different part of the apartment to pack up. The kitchen.

I start to pack up all the knives, forks and spoons. When I finish that, I move on to the cups and dishes. And when I complete that, I go to my room and start to pack up all my clothes, accessories, and all my other things, leaving all the bigger things for the movers. I walk out of my room and grabbed my cell phone and dialed their number.

"Hello, This is moving movers. How may we help you?" A man with a very deep voice asked. I snicker at how funny and oh so original name their company was.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you could send your movers over to help me move to my new house?" I ask.

"Of course. Where will you be moving to?"

"44 Willow Avenue. In Hillagain."

"Ahh, yes. That's a town, isn't it?" He pauses,  "Very calm and quiet."

"Yeah." I answer slowly. I then repeat my address more slowly so the man on the phone could write it down.

"Okay, the movers will be there in approximately 10 to 15 minutes."

"Thanks." I cheerfully say and hang up my phone. I put my hands on my hips. While I wait I decide to unload the dishwasher and then pack the dishes into the box with the other ones. The door bell rang about 10 minutes later, like the man had said, "Good timing," I say to myself. I quickly walk to the door and open it.

"Hello, you're Miss. Johnston right?" Asked one of the men. 

"That's me." I confirm. "Thanks for coming to help move my things." I say with a smile.

"Well, it is our job." He says with a soft laugh. I almost got lost in his smile but then one of the boys called for me, breaking my focus.

"Do you want this TV in this box?" Ask the man, pointing to the box in the center on the living room. I nod in reply. They start taking the boxes down to the lobby of the apartment one by one and start to load it onto the truck.