50 Shades of Green

Fresh Start

Packing has always been such a struggle for me. I hate the fact I own so many plaid shirts. They always seem to get wrinkled and require me to iron them, which is always a hassle. I hear my mother yell outside the house telling me to come outside. I stop what I'm doing and make my way towards the door.

Before leaving my room, I experience a weird feeling in my stomach. The sensation lasts only about 10 seconds. I lean against the wall trying to figure out what is going on. "Wow, That was weird." I mutter to myself quietly.

I make my way down the stairs to the front door. I notice all the large paintings of Shrek my mother owns. I always wondered why she was so fascinated by the green ogre. I experience the weird feeling in my stomach as I gaze into the life size Shrek replica. Why does this keep happening when I look at Shrek?

Despite all these weird occurrences, I shake off the weird feelings and approach my mother.

"Hey jimmy. Can you please help me carry these boxes into the u-haul?"

"Yeah I guess"

I grab the smaller boxes so my mother has to carry the heavier boxes. I laugh quietly while she struggles to carry the box containing my rock collection. My laughter soon stops when I realize my bright green rock isn't in the collection. I ask my mother nervously if she knew it's whereabouts. She shrugs her shoulders and a my heart stops.

I tell my mother that I'm going to look for it and rush inside. That bright green rock means so much to me. I found it about 5 years ago randomly in my room. I grew quite fond of that rock and the thought of never seeing it again makes me feel awful.

I quickly search all the rooms. I start with the living room and search the bathrooms next. My heart starts beating rapidly while I frantically look in all corners for it. I finally get to my room and see my rock.

My rock is in the middle of the room where my bed use to be. My room is really dark but there somehow seems to be light only on my rock. I feel uneven and walk towards it slowly. For some odd reason I feel like I'm being watched. I look around the room and don't see anything; my room seems as lifeless as it usually is.

I pick up the stone and feel a chill across my spine. I quickly put the stone in my pocket and pick up the rest of my luggage and leave my room. I pass all the Shrek paintings and feel uneven again. I have never felt so watched in my life.

I walk outside to see my mom carrying the last of the boxes into the u-haul. I sigh in relief realizing I didn't have to move the fridge or other heavy boxes into the u-haul.

"Have you found your rock?"

"Yes" I mutter.

"Okay, good. C'mon, we need to start going if we're gonna make it to your new apartment in Portland."

I smile and walk towards the truck to drive off to my new life in Portland.