Book 1 : Starting a Fire (UNDER EDITING)

Pack yo bags and run!

CHAPTER 3: TIME TO PACK MY BAGS

 I had woken up, and I looked to my right, seeing the clock; 6:00. Then I quickly realize something: I had totally forgot to pack my bags. I thought quickly and decided to have breakfast, I went downstairs, Snow (Snowflake) following me.

 I'll just have a glass of milk. I thought and shrugged, grabbing a milk carton and chugging it down my throat.

 I quickly rushed through getting everything done, I had started doing my bags and finally I was done within minutes.

 I had gotten changed into a pair of shorts and a plain black shirt. I had putten my wallet in my pocket and my phone in my other. I had put my pajamas and my clothes into my school bag, which was pretty big and it was useful because the amount of homework I always got in Brook Fields was a lot. I told my self: I’m 12 I can do this.

 I’m mature. Mom and Dad taught me well. I could do this. Snowflake at my side and nothing can hurt me. I had putten on a special collar for Snowflake, it was made of real silver and I had carved Snowflake on it and had written my name on the back. I knew I could train Snowflake in a few hours, I only had 4 hours left, I had made a checklist and this is how it looked like: 

CHECKLIST

➸  Ate breakfast

➸  Packed my bag

➸  Put Snowflakes collar

➸  Took a shower

➸  Completed my check list

 I was proud of my checklist because I had never been so neat in my whole life. I had already tried to straighten my hair but it still was the same but it settled down after my shower. I had gotten ready and as soon as I had gotten downstairs I saw Andrea Hudson outside the window and she was about to ring the doorbell. I opened the door before she could even ring the doorbell.

 "Looks like your very smart," she laughed, her black hair bobbing up and down as she laughed. Her blue eyes twinkling with happiness. I grinned back too.

 "Mornin'," I said. I stepped aside and let her come inside.

 She petted Snowflake and asked if she could help me carry my bag but I insisted there was only one bag but when she opened my bag she said,

“Its not enough dear,” and she stuffed my other bag with stuff I never knewn I would have needed but I realized I needed them. I thanked her and we both carried a bag each and I sat in front, next to her.

I ask, “So, does Julie go to the school I’m going to?” Andrea Hudson just shook her head.

 “Umm........ no,” She said sighing, her knuckles getting white, "She doesn't have it." she said, gritting her teeth.

  I kept wondering what she meant by ‘it’. I just nodded my head by agreeing, even though I had no idea what got her so mad.

 In no time, I had not noticed but we were here, Andrea grinned at me. It was a grey brick 2-story villa with 4 windows. I grinned back, she got out of the car, and I did the same. I got one bag hung over my shoulder and she carried the smaller one.

 When I had entered the house inside, it looked like it was here for a billion years. The wood was classical jungle wood; the walls were made of birch wood. Everything was so messy, books were in a pile of corner, there was a TV with two older twin boys.

 There was a computer with a little boy with glasses and he was doing math questions, and two other little toddler boys were playing with trucks. I should’ve asked Julie that how many brothers she has got. I managed to go to Julie without being as shocked as I was feeling inside.