On My Own

Chapter 1

        The sun was only rising as I already begin to pack my things for the long trip to Colorado. I pack my clothes as slowly as I could only to see my room together for the last time before it becomes nothing but a empty room. I look around seeing my empty drawer on the far right from my queen sized bed stripped from its garments. I always  loved to watch movies on late nights or sleepovers in my comfy bed. It was tragic seeing the great memories fading away. 

       I realize that I set my glass of orange juice on the nightstand earlier only remembering now. I hop on my bed and reach over grabbing the glass to take a tiny sip knocking a marker or pencil sharpener off. I was never the "tidy" type of person. only when it was time to clean my room, and that was hard enough so, i just let it slide most of the time. 

       I set the glass down on the coaster and get up to start rolling up the many posters i have on my purple painted wall. I glance around trying to memorize how the order went: sports, horses, and even more horses; just so I could rearrange my room the same way, if not then my posters at least. 

       I spent my whole life in this house, it was sad to see it all go away. When I was about 8, I remember how I complained to dad that my walls looked ugly because they weren't painted. One day he finally got to it, but very slowly he began painting the walls a perfect purple color. 

        Hearing a knock on my door, dad walked into the room interrupting my thoughts, "Getting packed?" "Yeah, I am" I say only wanting him to leave me alone. I didn't like the fact or the idea in the first place of moving to a place where I have no intention of being at, it was as if he was punishing me. He left the room and gently shut the door taking the hint. 

       I began to clear my bookshelves that had many horse books and summer reading classics back from middle school.

       I remember how I used to complain so much because I insisted to play video games or watch Netflix instead. Dad used to nag on me everyday to read for 2 hours which I thought, was unbelievable at the time; but now that I look back at it, he only assigned me the 2 hours because I procrastinated and had to read 2 books that  came with 2 projects we had to choose from the packet we got before summer. 

(not done)