Making It Last

Evergreen? Evergreen, Washington. Another move? Why? I didn't like where I currently was, but still I wanted to be normal. Would I ever be normal? Normal friends, normal family, normal person.

After the terrible news I stomped up to the place I called my room. I didn't like it, not one bit. Our house was huge, and uninviting. I pack up everything, knowing what to leave out, and how to leave it for the movers. They were here already, taking are couches and things we didn't need. We would get on the plane tomorrow, from sunny California to rainy Washington, great. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere, but certainly not a rainy place. I loved the sun and knew that I wouldn't see it much in Washington. I mean come on, we all read Twilight, right?

I packed all my black and white pictures that I took in my photography classes, I loved them all. I then packed all my clothes, except my special moving clothes that I always wear on the plane rides. And two towels for the morning. I left my Victoria Secret pajamas out, lace pink ones for the night. But right now I'm in my old skinny jeans and an easy pull over. I finally packed everything but my bed, TV, and dresser. I had extra blankets I always use on moving night so I can pack my Victoria Secret purple, giraffe comforter. I fell in love with it in the store.

I walked down stairs being famished, I smelled Chinese food mom had gotten delivered. I grabbed a plate and got out my noodles and veggies. I had to talk about something tonight. "Mother?" "Yes Carella?" "Well not to be rude or disrespectful. But since your making me move once again, could we get painters and have them come in and paint my room tomorrow. I want to feel like I belong there, since this should be the last move, right?" Before my mother could hit me with a hard rejection, my father cut in. "Yes Carella, that seems reasonable, and yes we being permanently stationed there." I grinned. "Darling, what colors would you like?" My mother asked a little suspicious. "I'd like my room walls to be light purple, then my bath room to be dark purple, and my closest to be white with dark and light purple poka-dots." I said bravely. "Well darling that sounds nice, very pretty room for a very pretty girl." My mother announced, making me smile. My father nodded in agreeance. "I'll call after dinner, pick out the colors over email, order the speed dry paint and hopefully it's dry when we get there. I was so happy.

After dinner I got in my pajamas, I turned my reading lamp, and started rereading Twilight, falling in love once again, but only after chapter four I was getting tired. I passed out soon after putting my bookmark in and turning off the lamp. I awoke the next morning with the smell of coffee, and the sun shinning right in my bay window, because I was without any shades or curtains. I got up and walked into my connected bathroom, and hopped in the shower, loving the smell of my strawberry mango shampoo. I got out and used the last of my towels and got dressed in my grey sweats and my USMC sweat shirt, my father got for me. And a still wet, messy bun. Who cared, It's not like I'm going anywhere fancy anyways.

When I walked down stairs I was handed a cup of perfect coffee. This was one of the only events my mother and father were with me for, usually I don't see them at all. I sat at the table eating an apple and sipping coffee. "Carella, I called the painters last night and they said they can certainly do that, and it should be dry when we are there." I grinned being pleased with what my mother said. "We have to leave in ten minutes to make the flight darling." My mom said to my dad. He grumbled, he hated planes rides, how weird with him having the job he has.

We got to the airport, and got on are flight easily. The plane ride was about two hours, so it wasn't to bad. I just read the whole time as I sat in coach with my mother and father. We landed at about eleven a.m. I was hungry and we stopped at a McDonalds, which we rarely do, only on moving days.

When we finally got to the house an hour later, I wasn't all too surprised, it was huge, for such a little town, they had pretty massive houses. I couldn't complain though, the house and everything around it was beautiful. I was worried about my room though. I could smell the paint through house, and found my door. Mom must of special ordered it for me, it was white, with my named was painted in purple cursive. I turned the black door knob and gasped in delight. It was everything I imagined, mother picked out the perfect colors, somehow knowing me so well. And it was a two level room, the one with a step up. It was all carpet on the first floor it being an off white carpet. To the left of the level one was the bathroom, I walked around and had happy tears rolling down my face, it was everything I wanted, with a beautiful walk in shower. I came back and saw my parents in the doorway, they looked worried, why? I kept on walking, my bed was perfectly placed, my flat screen already hung and perfect. No dresser though? I walked into my closet, which was on the second floor, that had all wood flooring, and the closet had a built in dresser and it was three times the size of my old one. I cried a little harder, my parents had really thought this out. It was perfectly painted as well, with a full body mirror in it. Then I saw beautiful lace curtains, excited I had another bay window, then father spoke up. "Carella, please pull apart the curtains." He said excitedly, but I was confused. But to my surprise, there I stood, and there it was. An amazing balcony, built out of an amazing mahogany wood. It was huge for just being off a room. With an outside couch and purple pillows, and a tree right next to it. Could it get any better. I turned around and ran into their embrace. I cant believe they did all this for me!