That Someone (Trevor Moran Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Jenna's POV

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I sighed and whacked the snooze button on my alarm clock, burying my face deeper into my pillows. Reluctantly, I sat up and stretched my arms while making a sound that closely resembles a brachiosaurus call.

It's the first day of school.

Am I excited?

No.

Today would be terrible, like all the other years.

My outfit was already lain out the previous night, courtesy of my sister. Glaring at the booty shorts and crop top she laid out, I opened my closet and grabbed the first three items I found.

A pair of ripped skinny jeans, a Beatles band tee, and my amazingly perfect grey hoodie.

Why is my hoodie perfect? Well, the sleeves are slightly longer than my arms, the hood was huge, and it was fluffy.

Yay.

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I had predicted the events of my first day pretty well.

There was gum stuck in my hair, paper balls in the hood of my sweatshirt, and that's not the worst of it all.

I don't even want to think about it.

At least I lived close enough to the school that I could walk home, cause taking the bus would've been a whole different disaster in itself.

"How was your first day of school, honey?" my mom asked as soon as the front door opened. I swear she just stands there, waiting until my sister and I get home for the sole purpose of asking that question.

"Fine," I reply. I can tell by the worried look in her eyes she doesn't believe me, but I don't care. Before I can push past her and go to my room, like a normal day, she puts a hand on my shoulder.

"We need to talk," she says.

"Great," I mutter.

She steers me over to the couch in the den, never taking her eyes off me, as if I might run away. Which, I have, but that's beside the point.

"Jenna," she mumbles, trying to stall by twiddling her thumbs.

"Spit it out," I retort.

"We're moving. To LA."

I keep my face passive, though curiosity is bubbling in my brain. "Why?"

Her face is ashen. "Well, you see, since your father and I are getting a divorce, he's kicking us out. The cheapest house I could find is in LA."

"So, when are we leaving?"

"Saturday," she says. Great. That means I have a little less than six days to pack all my stuff up and ship it across the country.

Before I can ask, she says, "I already put a lot of boxes in your room. There's a Sharpie so you can label, and I made a list of what to pack for the trip. We're taking the car. And, there's also a list of what you cannot bring or ship."

I nodded and bolted up the stairs, taking my bookbag with me. Seeing all the things my mom mentioned, I grabbed the list of what I couldn't bring.

THINGS YOU CAN'T PACK:

1) Bed frame, box spring, and mattress

2) Shelves in closet

3) Mirror

4) Lamps

5) Nightstand

6) Bookshelf

7) Desk

I sigh and look at what I need to pack in a smaller bag to bring with me.

THINGS TO PACK FOR THE ROAD:

1) Toothbrush

2) Toothpaste

3) Four separate outfits

4) Pillow

5) Anything else you think you would need

Okay.

I start by emptying my bookbag, dumping the contents on the floor. Then, grabbing my phone from the clutter I set it on shuffle.

'Someone' by Trevor Moran started playing, and I smiled in spite of myself.

I grabbed four random pairs of jeans, four t-shirts, four sweatshirts, etc from my closet and threw them haphazardly in the now empty bag.

The good thing about this is I don't have to go to school all week, since I'll be packing. Then, I would never have to see any of those horrid people ever again.

Next I moved on to pajamas. I threw two pairs of pajama pants and two tank tops in the bag, since I could wear each set twice. Then I picked up a box and the Sharpie, labeling it 'JENNA'S CLOTHES'. Sitting in front of my closet, I grabbed whatever was closest and threw it in the box. All of my clothes fit in just one box.

I stood up and went downstairs, searching until I found my mom sitting in the middle of a ring of boxes filled with pictures, picture frames, photo albums, and basically anything else sentimental she wanted to keep.

"Should I pack my bedding?" I asked. She nodded, absentmindedly, and returned to what she was doing.

I ran back up the stairs and got another box, this time labeling it 'JENNA'S BEDDING'. However, I put that one to the side, so I could sleep for the next week. Next I started packing bathroom stuff in a 'JENNA'S BATHROOM STUFF' box.

Deciding that I had done enough for the day, I flopped backwards onto my bed, savoring the comfort.

I felt something wet on my face, but once I inspected the matter I found I was crying; tears of joy, due to the fact that I wouldn't have to go to that horrible school, and I might make a new start in California.

After that I promptly fell asleep, a smile on my face.