Short stories

Memories

[Angel's pov]

Oh my god....

This can't be...

Not now.

Ughhhhhh! Why are we moving again? I hate it when we move. My mother just walked out of my room after telling me this tragic news. Before I started to pack I walked out of my room to remember all the memories I made here. I walked slowly down the hallway, giggling at the thought of my colorful artwork I made as a child. I remember the games of hide and seek I would play with my brother and sister and hid in the hallway closet. I remember the smell of old, dusty blankets that never got used as I tried to hide between them. I walked into my brother's room first and reminisced over the wonderful memories of this room. I remember running in here and annoying my brother with my screams of laughter as I played tag in the house with my sister. I remember asking him constantly if he would play with me and my sister only to get no as a response. I walked out of his room and into my sister's room. I remember bringing my dolls in here and asking her to play with me. I remember her sighs as she reluctantly agreed just to make me happy. The scent of perfume would fill my nose as I walked past her. The laughter we shared as we enjoyed each others company. I walked to my parents room. I remember the nights of sleeping in their bed so they would comfort me after I would explain my nightmares. I remember my mother combing and styling my hair on the bed as we let the music in the background fill our ears. I remember making my parents laugh when I performed a small 'talent' show that I set up with my siblings. I walked into the living room. A room with many memories. I remember the movie nights we would have as we laughed, screamed in terror or simply cried at the saddest of scenes. I remember the bubble day we had when I was sick and I couldn't go outside. We blew many bubbles inside because I didn't want to get my friends sick. Speaking of friends, the memories of us talking about random topics, playing many games whether it be board games or verbal it was fun anyways. I finally walked into the kitchen. The place where I almost burned the house down from heating up something that was not supposed to go into the microwave. The time when we baked sweets and I always ended up with ingredients on me. It would be flour or sugar or even syrup. Those were very sticky situations. I laughed slightly at the pun I made before touching my face with my fingertips. Tears. I was crying. It is expected of me to cry at a time like this. I'm leaving all my memories behind as we are moving. I felt a hand fall on my shoulder and I turned around to come face to face with my sister. She smiled sadly at me.

"Hey, don't cry. Come on. I don't want to see my little sister cry." she wiped my tears with her thumb and gave me a warm hug. The scent of her perfume filled my nose, reminding me more of my memories with this house.

"Hey now, it's going to be okay. I know it's hard moving but just know. This house may have always been the place where we made the most memories but all of those memories were all with the people you love. You can make more memories at our new place. As long as you have the people you love around you, you will be fine. Okay Angel?" she said. I nodded and finally cracked a small smile. I finally decided to pack my things and as we were leaving I stood by the door. I guess it's time to say goodbye to this place. I inhaled deeply before exhaling.

"Goodbye. Time to make some new memories." I stated before closing the door.

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This is me trying to be descriptive. Hope you like it.
Have a strawberry good day/night!