Time to wake up

Unpacking

I woke up the next morning feeling tired and exhausted. I looked around and asked myself where am I? This isn't my room, did I sleep over at aunts house again? I looked around the room full of boxes and white painted walls. The almost white empty room with my bed and boxes bring up memories I'd rather not have. As it finally clicked in that we aren't in my home town anymore taking me out of my train of though as I looked at my alarm clock the numbers on it where blurry but I could tell what numbers where shown.                    10:44 am

I'd sit myself up taking my head off my comfy pillows and my stomach and my legs out from under my warm colourful blankets spinning my back towards the wall moving my legs up to my chest and leaning myself on the white wall behind me. I'd look around the new room, trying to wrap my head around the fact I'm in a new place, a new house, a new neighborhood, meeting new people. Going to a new school. I let myself fall to my side landing on my blankets as the though of change gave me anxiety. I'd looking across the room at the closet trying to calm my nerves. After about five minutes of staring across the room and taking small breaths in complete silence did I hear the door down stairs slam open. The sound of plastic bags being moved around and the sound of kids yelling and shoes being hit against the wall causing my eyes avert away from my closet to my door. The high pitch yelling startled me a bit. As I sat back up hanging my legs off the edge of my bed and then did I realized what all that yelling and racket was, I though to myself for a moment before spurting out "Yay my siblings are here...." I said In a sarcastic way.

I stood myself up out of my bed being to tired to make my bed I walked away leaving it a mess. I opened the door that leads out of my "new room" walking to the end of hall, past the bathroom and my moms room to the top of the stair way, looking down from the top of the stair way entrance to the bottom. I can hear the the yelling of my siblings fighting over what room they would get. I stare at the bottom of the stair way where a painting is resting on the wall drifting into a day dream. I snapped out of it when I heard the door slam close. I walked down the stairs one step at a time making each step sound louder then the other, slopped my self around the corner to my siblings already grabbing there boxes, my sisters helping my little brothers unpack while unpacking there room too. My two little brothers who where about 3 to 5.

(My 3 year old brother  wearing baggy blue jeans the  with a few rips near his knees with a bright yellow shirt with a turtle on its back saying "roll with it" was printed in big black fonts below the turtle.)

(my other brother who was 5 wearing black pants with two white strands going down the side of his legs and wearing an orange long sleeve t-shirt) 

They decided to share a room together because the youngest of the family didn't like to sleep alone without someone there and the second youngest didn't like to sleep in the dark alone so only makes since that my mom decided to put them together.

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My two sisters who where about 9 to 7 

(the 9 year old the second oldest of the family wearing a blue shirt and light blue jean shorts)

 (the middle child who was 7 wearing a pink top with blue pants with a few grass stains on her pants near her knees) 

both  decided to definitely share a room as they liked the idea of having each other company to play games and tell story's.

I was happy that I didn't have to share a room with anyone especially the second oldest as we have never really got along too well. My parents would tell us how we got a long as children all the time holding each other's hands while crossing the street,  playing games, me helping her etc. I though to myself makes me wonder what happened.