Camouflage

Checklist

Sweaters? Check.

Toiletries? Check.

Socks? Check.

Favourite comfy blanket? Check.

Books? Check.

Mr.Waffles? Ch-

I went to grab Mr.Waffles and found nothing. I looked around frantically, searching for him - my favourite stuffed animal that my late grandmother has given me for my 6th birthday - over the pile of clothes and knick-knacks strewn across every surface of my room.

I stood up from the floor, trying not to knock anything down and rummaged through the mountain pile of clothes on my bed. He ought be here somewh- BINGO!

I see his little tiny, yellow, giraffe ears peeping out from under the pillows behind my clothes. I lunged to grab him, making the pile of clothing topple over and fall to the ground. I looked over and saw the extra mess I have created. I sighed heavily and hugged Mr.Waffles to my chest as I laid in bed.

It has been a week since we got back home from my grandparents' house, 7 weeks since the breakfast with the Harwoods. My anxiety level has increased tenfold when I saw that the number on my university-move-in countdown decreased. I'm leaving. Stepping further out of my comfort zone. I'm not going to lie, I'm very excited to leave, a fresh start, yes - but thinking about how far I will be from home, away from the familiar; it's terrifying.

I have been packing as much as I can for 3 hours now. And it's already 8 pm. I could have sworn I would be able to pack everything up in those 3 hours. I just never thought I owned that much junk.

I held up my stuffed animal to my face. "Mr.Waffles, what am I going to do? Most of my friends are flying out of country - okay yes, I only have 3 close friends, but still! I won't know anybody there. Kee won't even be in the same state! It was already hard enough to go through high school with her, what more without her being there with me? I haven't been this nervous since we moved here freshman year.

"Not to mention I'll be "babysitting" Jason my entire stay there," I said dreadfully. "He'll think I'm such a loser for not having any friends."

The door busted open and Keeara, my bestfriend since freshman year, gracefully manouvered her way through the obstacle of books and other crap on the floor with agile. Before I could even comprehend what just happened, she was already in mid-air, ready to land on top of me.

"OOFF!" 

Speaking of the devil..

"VY!! You'll never guess what just happened!" Keeara screeched into my ear.

"Can't- breathe-" I choked out.

She laughed as she got off me and sat indian style on my bed. "Dad FINALLY agreed to get me a car!"

My eyes widened at that. Keeara is moving to a University in California to major in Communication Studies. I have no doubt that she would fit in there like a glove. She has mastered the art of communicating with people since birth! Literally. Her mom told me that 16 weeks after Keeara was born, she was already trying to respond to her parents' baby talk. By 7 months, she was already able to speak short words. That's how quick she was.

There was only one problem she has been stressing about ever since she got accepted: transportation.  L.A is a big city and without a car, it's almost difficult to go from one place to another and Keeara has been known around for her very.. interesting driving skills, which is why her dad would not agree to getting her a car when she asked for one. Let's just say, she almost gave her driving instructor a heart attack - and she was only 28, but strangely enough, she passed the driving test. 

"No way! And here I thought once Mr. Johnson makes a final decision, he'd stick to it. Guess his little princess is an exception," I smirked. I called her that once and she hated it.

And apparently, she still does because she punched my arm. Really hard.

"OW! Are you trying to give me a bruise?" I glared as I protected my arm from further blows.

"Not such a princess now, am I?" she smirked evilly.

I was about to tackle her when mom knocked on the door.

"What happened in here?" she exclaimed, taking in the huge mess, that is my room.

"Vyra is being Vyra, Mrs. Carson. Doing things at the last minute, as usual," she stated proudly.

I once again attempted to tackle her, but she was too quick to notice my motives so instead of her falling off, I was the one who, not so graciously, landed face first onto the pile of books at the foot of the bed.

I moaned in pain as Keeara and my mother began laughing like a bunch of lunatics.

"Yes, don't help me why don't you," I scowled as I rubbed my nose. Is it give Vyra bruises day? 

"Well then. Dinner will be ready in 5! The sooner you get downstairs, the sooner you'll get to eat those cupcakes you guys love so much," mom said as she walked away chuckling.

"Last one to the dinner table gives the loser her 2nd cupcake!" Kee shouted as she leaped off my bed and out the door before I could even yell "wait!"

"YOU DON'T PLAY FAIR!" 

All I received was her manic laughter from downstairs.

It was definitely not my day.

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A/N A very short chapter, I know. I'm so sorry. Haven't gotten the time to write recently because of school work. Teachers really shouldn't be giving students a bajillion homeworks during the school break. I mean, that's what school breaks are for. Anyway, the next one will be longer, I promise. And quicker.. I hope. Anyway, thank you so much for your patience. Have a great week ahead! :)

xx E