Dear: Who Now?!

Chapter 3

At a snail's pace I head to my room and quietly open the black door. It's so different than all the other doors in the house and I love it. My parents are all into expressing yourself and being who you want to be - screw society and their norms or whatever. I smile finally graces my lips as nothing but darkness greets me. I flick on my overhead light and see the suitcase mom was talking about, smack dab in the middle of my bed. I run a hand through my hair and just stand in the middle of my room kind of dumbly, looking at the suitcase, as if it's going to magically fill itself. Sighing I get to work. I throw a variation of tops in along with pants and shorts. Everything is the same black color. I look for my black studded belt and toss that in. I scan my room and realize I forgot the necessities. I toss in my undergarments, hairbrush, tooth brush, phone charger, bikinis, my signature half full bottle of black nail polish as well as my eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow. I close my eyes and press my fingers to my temples to think. I can't think of much else but just in case, I grab socks, a light jacket, my favorite blanket and my flip flops. I bite my lip and take one last look around my room. I pray to God I have everything I need because God knows when I'll be able to come back and grab something. I let out another sigh and flick my light off, dragging my suitcase behind me and down the stairs where I run right into my mother. "Oh! There you are! I was just coming to get you." She steps towards me and takes my suitcase. "I'll take this and put it in the car. Make sure you use the bathroom before you come to the car because it's gonna be a while til we make a stop." She looks at me and smiles before going back outside "Three minutes!" She shouts behind her. I roll my eyes and head in to the bathroom to take care of my needs before meeting her and  getting in the car,  heading God knows where for God knows what reason.