The search for purpose

settled in.. or sorta

After getting all the boxes in the house I sat down on one of the boxes and huffed. It was still fairly warm outside but man was I freezing, I didn't get it. I sat there reminiscing what it was like when we moved in to the house in st.cloud, I was nervous yes, but not depressed. I was home schooled before so I had no friends to leave behind. I jumped when my mom came and put her hand on my shoulder "all done" she said with a faint smile. "Huh" I mumbled "sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She began talking when Alex cut her off, "sooooo Morgin, you gonna be the cool new kid, the mysterious gothic kid, or..?" "Oh shut up doof, I'm not looking forward to starting school. I hate it here" I grumbled irritated. Alex knew to leave me alone so he headed upstairs to check out the bedrooms a little disappointed, I felt bad with how my moods been lately,but I feel like I can't change it.. I stood up, shook my head, straightened my shirt, and walked outside to get some air. I stood on the porch with my arms crossed, looking at the horizon. I guess it won't be too bad, could be worse, at least it's beautiful. I suppose I should go set up my living quarters. I refuse to call it My room. My room back home was somewhere I spent all my time, I loved it. This room isn't even close. I chose a box and lugged it upstairs. I paused in the hallway to see what Alex was doing. His door was mostly shut but I could hear faint whispering. This frightened me a bit because mom was downstairs. I pushed his door open quietly, "hey, who you talkin' to?" "Oh no one" he replied cooley. "Ooooookay then, Imma go unpack" I shut his door behind Me and whipped around "God damnit!" I stubbed my toe on a chair.. that was in the middle of the hallway.. that wasn't there before.. weird. I think it's just the stress of moving. I put the chair back against the wall and walked into the place I'd be sleeping. I sat on the edge of my bed and set the box down between my feet. Blankets, it said. Oh goody. I'm freezing, once again. Now that I thought about it, I wasn't cold the minute I stepped outside. At that moment I thought about the story dad used to tell Alex and I, when.it's cold, there's ghosts around. But I didn't believe in ghosts, did I..?