BEAUTY FROM ASHES

TWO

~If you're not going to swim deep with me then get out of my waters.~
-Unknown

-Next Morning-

I fell off the bed, but my box of clothing caught my fall. I'm okay though, but my ego isn't. Jokes, I have no ego.

I get out of, (well I want to say my bed) the box and head downstairs. I see my parents cooking breakfast together. My dad sees me and furrows his eyebrows. "Millie, what happened upstairs?" I sigh, "I fell into a box." They burst out laughing.

I roll my eyes and smile. My mom wipes the tears from her eyes and asks me, "Eggs and bacon or pancakes?" My dad smirks at me, "Or both?"

I laugh at his attempt to be cool, but smirk back. "Both." My mom rolls her eyes, "You two are honestly pathetic." My dad kisses her cheek, "But you love us regardless." My mom smiled, "That's true."

Once we finished our breakfast,while my dad was cleaning the kitchen (much to his protests) my mom glanced at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Yes?" She smiled, "Wanna tackle your room?" I sighed and nodded. "Mom, I still want to sight see!" My mom sighed,"You will Milea."

Okay, she's using my full name. I better go upstairs.

As I reach my room I see my mom shaking her head. I stood next to her, "Why are you shaking your head?" She turned to me, "Milea,I would've at least expected you to at least make an attempt on your room."

I stared at her, with my eyebrows furrowed and my mouth wide open. "Mom, we got here yesterday. We were on an eighteen hour flight. How do you expect me to sort out my entire room?"

She folded her arms. "Milea, from that eighteen hour flight you slept for majority of it. How are you still tired? Whereas your dad and I sorted through some areas of the house last night and we still woke up before you!"

I stared at the floor, "Well, in my defense, I'm still recovering from jetlag." My mom rolled her eyes, "Me and you both. But hey, look I'm still doing everything I need to. I'm pretty sure you can too."

I huffed and started sorting through my clothing. My mom started unpacking all my boxes. She started tossing all my clothing at me.

-Three Hours Later-

Once she managed to unpack all my boxes she stared at me. She chuckled at the sight of me drowning in all my clothing.

She glanced at my cupboards. "Millie, you do realise this is a walk in closet right?" I jumped up, "What? No I did not!" My mom grabbed my hand and brought me inside.

There were tons of shoe racks. There was even a door inside the walk in closet that lead to my own bathroom suite.

My mom smirked at me. "Do you want to colour co-ordinate your clothing?" I nodded, "But first I want to force myself to use the bathroom." My mom rolled her eyes as she laughed at me.

When I was done we started hanging up my clothing. We decided to go from the lightest shade of clothing uptil the darkest shade.

My shoes, which consisted mainly out of sneakers, a few pairs of heels and sandals and a few pairs of flats. It was organized the same way.

The same went for my make-up. Although I only had one shade. I have a tan skin colour, with long brunette hair.

My mom and I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. I groaned when I saw there was still two more boxes behind my door.

"Mom, I thought you unpacked all the boxes." My mom got up, and patted my knee. "Those two boxes you can sort through."

With that said she made her way downstairs. I got up from my bed and headed to the boxes.

I pulled them with me so that I could sit on my bed and unpack them.

I smiled when I started unpacking all my picture frames with quotes in them. I then saw my fairy lights which I quickly grabbed and draped over my head board.

As I kept rummaging through the boxes I stumbled across my white Polaroid camera. I haven't touched that in years. All the old Polaroids packed neatly underneath it.

I frantically look around my room in search of my floral box. I see it and quickly put my Polaroid,and the pictures inside it and shut it closed.

Right at the bottom of the box was my old yearbook from last year. Underneath that yearbook is a photograph.

In that photograph was me and my, well now ex best friend Sarah. I take out the photograph and tear it apart.

I took a glimpse into the second box. As soon as I made contact with the contents inside it I immediately shut it closed. To scared to touch anything. To scared to bring up past events.

The tears run down my cheeks. Not now Milea. I sigh and rub off my tears. I sniffle and close the box. I then bury the two boxes underneath my bed.

I calm my mind with the excuse: I'll open it when I'm ready.