Chapter 3

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Ivy POV

The room I am staying in is huge. It has sandy colored walls, a huge flat screen, a sea green King canopy bed, a sea green couch and a sandy light brown desk. I look in the room to see my seven boxes of items from home, and my one other small suit case with my shoes in it. I drop my two clothing filled bags and run over the the first box. Pulling the duck tape off, I reveal my box of photographs. Bringing my tape, I start slapping the pictures on the wall. I form an I for Ivy. then I see I have about twenty photos left. I grab a bunch of them and start pricking them to the bill board. My other boxes contain, my jewelry, notebooks, books, Stuffed animals, instruments and accessories.once my room is unpacked I start unpacking my clothes. I notice that half my clothing is worn. I grab my debut card, filled with money I earned from working as a lone musician. Which is quite a lot.

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I have been shopping for four hours. I took a cab all the way to the mall. I squeeze through the huge door with wall my bags. I trot up the stairs, and to my room. I hang everything up, taking about another hour, before plopping on the bed.

"Ugh!" I sigh.

"Look like your tired." a male voice I know all to well calls. I snap up and a huge grin appears on my face.

"Uncle Will!" I scream running into his chest. He chuckles.

" Ivy. Call me something else other than uncle, you make me feel old." he says still laughing.

"Will?" I pout.

"Yah that's it! Now follow me!" he calls excitement pouring out of his voice. I follow him down the stairs like a lost puppy, and put the front door. On the driveway is a brand knew Mustang. It's red, an has two racing strips in white.

"You like?" he asks. I look at him for a second and jump into his arms.

"I love it!" I scream.

"Figured you would!" he says laughing hard. Out of his pocket he pulls out keys. I grab at them but he pulls back.

"Don't crash it Ivy." he says throwing me a grin before turning around an throwing the keys over his shoulder.

I love it!

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