Many muttered swear words later
Our bags are up the two sets of wooden stairs
To the loft bedroom we will be sharing.
Ella collapses into one of the chairs.
"That...was...exhausting," she says in between breaths.
"You'd think your brother could've helped us,
Instead of laughing at us," I say, recalling how her older brother
Parked his butt in a chair,
Grabbed a bag of chips,
And offered us "helpful" feedback while we lugged the bags up the stairs,
Like "maybe if you pull harder, the bag will move faster."
"I thought we were miles away from all the annoying boys," she giggles.
"Apparently not," I shoot back.
"Ella and Maddie, " her mom calls from the foot of the stairs.
"Are those unpacking sounds I hear?"
We both groan and heave ourselves from the bed to unpack our suitcases
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Her
RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
