Skittles: soccer ball movers

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Aurora's pov 

 I sat at the table at Sparrow's peacefully drinking my peppermint tea. It was fresh and for those moments the house seemed calm. Then a soccer ball flew down the stairs knocking my mug of tea off the table. The floor was covered in tea and broken pieces of the mug. The peace was over. Sparrow was laughing at my reaction, how rude.

 "I'm so sorry Aurora!" River exclaimed.

 Sam was moving out and we were all here because, I don't know why we were there.

 "I told you not throw my stuff down the stairs," Sam muttered.

 "I know  but," River tried to explain.

 Forrest headed in my direction from the window sill. He held something behind his back.

 "Here," he handed me a flower.

 "Aw thanks Forrest," I smiled at him.

 "You did lose your tea," he nodded.

 "You should learn something from Forrest," I shouted at River.

 "Nah I'm too lovable the way I am," he grinned.

 "Sure," I spoke sarcastically.

I went upstairs to help pack up soccer themed stuff. Sky, Emma, Lucy and Harlie were already there. Sparrow followed me up the stairs.

 "I think you need a whole moving truck for your soccer balls," Sky muttered.

 "No," Sam argued. Very good argument.

 "You're right you need a large bus with seat belts. Wouldn't want them to get hurt," Sky smirked.

 "Dad! Sky is being annoying!" He shouted.

 "Sky would you like to go to the store with me to get groceries for dinner," their dad appears in the room.

 "Fine," she muttered and they headed out.

 It took four hours to get everything in the truck and Sam on his way. There was a lot of hugging.


 Short but I'm writing another.

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