Chapter 2: Moving Day

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The sun came in through my window and hit my pale face, I squinted. I pulled my silk covers over my face to cover the light. UGh I guess it was time to wake up.

I ran downstairs and walked into the kitchen, scents of eggs and pancakes filled my nose. "Thank you mom for cooking me breakfast" I exclaimed. "Aw sweetie you'll need it for moving day we've got alot of shit to pack." "MOOOOM watch your language god, you curse more than me" I laughed. "Sorry, sorry" my mom said. I scarfed down the breakfast and headed upstairs into my room.

My phone started playing the tune Arabella by Arctic Monkeys, I picked it up. "OMG Aspen you have got to check out this hot boy band called 5-eh-so-es" my friend May screamed in my ear. "Dude, dude, chill out they are just some ego-tistic "punk" band" I said as I rolled my eyes. "You know they live in Australia, I live in Australia, and you're moving there" she excitingly said. "I don't care, I'm done with guys, they suck." I said. "Well good luck with all that, I'll see you later, in Australia, WOOT WOOT" she screamed in my ear. "OKAY bye I think my eardrums burst, see you later." I ended the call and started packing all my clothes. I opened my wardrobe and sighed.. "SO MANY CLOTHES" I don't even know why I have them all, who am I trying to impress? Myself?

It took me about 5 hours to get all my clothes and all the things from my room into the small boxes. I wondered if I would meet new people and meet new boys maybe. I like boys, I can't deny that I like their faces,their bodies, and their warm touch. But the way they are is so disheartening, they are so sweet but they can break your heart into a million pieces.

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