Siblings

Chase

“Where should we start?” Mary asks, she is carrying the non-made boxes and looking around the house.
“Bedrooms,” Nora asks? I walk upstairs and my bedroom is the first to the left. I stand in the middle of my medium size room. Blue walls with pictures of my siblings and my friends on my desk, and Star Wars posters on the walls. The dark brown floors that have many stains on them. Mary gave us some boxes and I put mine together. I start with my clothes I take them out of my closet and throw them into the boxes.
“You know if you fold them you can have more room,” Grace says while hiding in the doorway.
“I don’t care,” I respond.
“Whatever,” she surges and sits on my Marvel bed.
“Are you already packed?”
“No, but I don’t want to,”
“Me neither,”
“Yeah, this sucks,” Nora’s joins our conversation. “How many times have we packed up this house?” She asks “And how many more do we have to do!” Grace wraps her arm around Nora. Nora does have a point. It feels like it is just an endless cycle. I shove all my clothes into two boxes and my pictures and posters into another one. My books into the fourth one, and everything else into the final one. It’s sad how thirteen years can fit into five boxes, but it's all I need. I carry all the boxes into the living room and write on all of them ‘Chase’s room’ and make my way to the kitchen. The kitchen is also the dining room, not that we use the table for anything but a disguise. The kitchen is a tiled floor with a gray wall and a white trim, a blue accent above the sink till the fridge. An island in the center and a bar separating the two rooms. I sit at the bar and Leo is packing the pots and pans.
“Sup,” I say
“Hey,” he replies
“Did you pack your room?”
“Yeah, did you,”
“Yeah, I hope that we will get out of the Adoption Center soon.”
“That place is hell!” Savanna yells from the living room
“True!” I scream back. Laughter explodes around the house. I run into living room and punch my giant sister in the arm.
“Hey!” She says then she chases me. We run around the house that is shaped in a circle and she finally catches up and tackles me.
“Wow three sport and it still takes you forever to catch me,”
“Yeah you are 100 percent energy.” Then she kicked me
“Stop that,” Mary yells.
“Meanie,” I mock.
“You guys are sibling you need to show love not hate,” Mary says. No one actually gets siblings. Everyone has different relationships with their siblings. Our’s just involves violence, but not the abusive type.