"Riley, did you finish packing?" Mom yelled from the bottom of our staircase. "Almost!" I shout. I scan my bedroom one last time. the walls look so bare without my band posters covering it. the floors covered with magazine, candles and open boxes.
I go into my bathroom and look into the mirror. of course what I see disappoints me. turquoise hair, lip ring, freshly plucked eyebrows (not too thin cuz that look bad in my opinion). I move down and stare into my eyes, one grayish blue and one light green. I lick my pale, chapped lips and throw my hair in a bun. no makeup and just wearing a black greenday shirt with my ripped skinny jeans. I don't know why I wear them, they make me look fatter than I already am.
I step out of my bathroom and seal up the rest of my boxes up then bring them down to the living room, where the middle-aged men carry them to the moving truck.
