I plopped onto my bed, curling in a ball while pulling the soft cotton sheets up over my bare shoulders. With a sigh, I silently listened to the sound of my aunt making moving arrangements down stairs. I watched the blades on my fan spinning round and round until I got dizzy and pulled the sheets over my eyes. The voices from down stairs stopped and the sound of approaching footsteps filled my ears. A faint knock came on my bedroom door as Aunt Jen stepped in cautiously. I closed my eyes tightly and shifted to face away from her, pretending to be asleep. I could imagine her judgemental eyes narrowing to the pile of clothes and trash around my room as I heard her take a seat on the stool by my desk. I could tell that she was not impressed by my way of grieving, but I didn't blame her, it's been months, I should be over it by now.
"Evie." My eyes flew open at the sound of my nickname. A name my Mom had given me since saying "Genevieve" was too long for her. "I know you are upset, but you should pack your things. We are leaving in two days." I ignored her and settled back into fetal position, my knees pulled to my chest. "Say something? Please?" I could hear the desperation in her voice, and felt bad, speaking less and less with every passing day.
"Okay." I managed to say. She huffed and quickly shuffled out of the room with a slam of the door. My kitten Romulus crawled into bed with me, rubbing his pure white fur against my cheek with a purr.
"Romulus. You don't want to go either do you?" I said, petting him gently. Romulus quickly fell asleep in my arms, as I soon did the same.
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Dim light filtered in through the window in the corner of my room, as I sat up with a stretch. I pulled off my comfy sweatpants and baseball tee and swiftly changed into a pair of light wash, ripped denim jeans and a tee similar to the one I had just changed out of. I walked over to my mirror and pulled out my bun, revealing my frizzy, curly, brown mess of hair as I attempted to tame it with a brush. Shuffling back over to my bed, I pulled out my Mac, setting it on my lap. I searched: Lakeview, Chicago. The place we would be moving. I heard it was really big and pretty, and an expensive area to live in. It was pretty, I had to admit, but I couldn't bear to leave the house I was born and raised in. Memories of my parents were all here.
"Genevieve! Are you up?" Without warning, My Aunt Jen scurried into the room, giving my a "wow she can actually get out of bed for once" kind of look. We awkwardly stared at eachother for a moment, before she got the idea and slowly exited my room. I started packing my bags, filling them with mostly clothes, necessities, and pictures. In the end, I only had three boxes of stuff. I took a seat on my bed and sighed like I always did. I wondered what it would be like in Chicago, a big city compared to the Suburbs. I held the frame with a picture of my parents and I firmly in my hands and traced their faces with my index fingers. I was already forgeting their faces, and now I would have to forget my home too. Romulus purred his way into my lap, scratching the picture in the frame.
"No, Romulus. Be nice to mommy and daddy." I said, scratching his back as he purred with pleasure. Tomorow I would leave for Chicago, leaving my cramped room and the house that I had lived in for 16 years of my life.
Goodbye Arizona.
Hello, Chicago.
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Fiksi RemajaGenevieve Rayes has been living as a hermit in her room since her parents death. Venturing out only for dinner or the bathroom, her Aunt has become worried that she may never come out. So, her Aunt came up with the solution to pick up their things...
