So today is moving day, how fun (note sarcasm). I absolutely hate moving, even though it doesn't really change much since I'm an outcast anyway. You see, I'm not exactly what people call normal. I like "screamo" music (which I hate when people call it that), I like my black clothes and band shirts, and I have a few piercings as well, a lip and nose ring to be exact. Everywhere I go I get stares and get called names, I mean I'm used to it, but it still bothers me. Anyway, I'm Kaylee, I'm 16 and recently moved from Florida to New York to be closer to family. We actually just got to the new house today which looks okay.
"KAYLEE, can you quit looking at the house and start helping me and your father bring boxes into the house please?" my mom yelled at me, I got barely any sleep last night so I'm extremely tired.
"Ya, sure thing." I said as I grabbed two boxes from my old room to bring to my room. The house is pretty big, it has two floors, has three bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms on the top floor and a living room, kitchen, dining room, and bathroom on the bottom floor. I walked through the living room to the stair to get to my room, which was at the end of the hallway. I had my mom get my uncle to paint my room, the walls were purple and the ceiling was black. I absolutely loved it. My mom got me a queen bed with black sheets and quilt, which I set my boxes next to.
I went down stairs to see if I could carry back anymore boxes, and as I go outside of course I get fucking stares by kids on their bike, at least they didn't say anything.
"Hey, mom how many more boxes are in the moving van?"
"There's three more boxes sweety, and they're all yours."
"Okay thanks." I say as I grab the one box my dad didn't grab and led him to my room.
"Thanks, dad." I said with a smile and gave him a hug before he left my room.
As soon as he left I took my phone out and started playing Bring Me The Horizon, which is one of my all time favorite bands, and started singing and jumping around as I was unpacking.
All of my furniture was set up and my uncle put in my T.V. and speakers last week so all i have to do is unpack, thank goodness. After about an hour of unpacking I noticed it was 7:00 pm, I'm so tired already, but I need to finish unpacking. By the time I was done unpacking it was 9:00 pm. I went downstairs to see if my parents were still awake, and sure enough they were.
"Mom, do I start school tomorrow?"
"Ya, so you might want to get to bed"
"Alright, goodnight, love you guys" I said as I went back into my room to get ready for bed. I put my black shorts and tank top on then headed into the bathroom to take my makeup off. After about 5 minutes of trying to get my eyeliner off, my face was finally clean. I set my alarm for the morning and layed in bed for a couple minutes scrolling through tumblr and listening to Bring Me The Horizon. I finally started to fall asleep. I hope school isn't as bad as I think it will be tomorrow...
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*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
Hello to all of the lovely people reading this. This is my first Ricky Horror story and I really hope you guys will enjoy this c: . I may not be able to update very often but I will try my damn hardest to. I hope you all will enjoy this ^-^.
