Best for Last

Moving Day (One)

I hate moving. We do it a lot, with my dad in the military. I wish we didn't have to. I like all my friends, teachers, everyone. I don't think I've ever been at a school for more than two years. 

This sucks.

I finally finish packing up my desk in my room, shoving most of it down into already full boxes. I doubt any of these will be able to be taped now; they were so full. 

"Carly! Let's go!" My mom yells from downstairs. 

"Okay! Okay! Coming, one sec!" I yell back, rolling my eyes. It was only the third time she's called me down in the past ten minutes.

I sigh and stand in the doorway of my room. I would miss this place the most, I was pretty sure. I had the biggest room in the house since my parents extended their bathroom and closet into theirs. 

I lean down and grab two of the boxes stacked on top of each other, carrying them down with me as I go downstairs. "I have one more still up there," I tell my mom as she grabs the boxes from my arms. 

"Okay. Go get them, we're leaving in five minutes," She says, and as I run back up the stairs, she adds, "I'm serious! Five! Minutes!" 

I smile and shake my head. Back in my room, I grab the two boxes left in my now empty room. I sigh, and take them downstairs, out the front door, and to the back of the moving truck, we were going to drive to North Carolina, where our new house awaits.

I was about to head back inside, but my mom rushed out, locking the door behind us. "Let's go! We're already late!" She says in a hurry, laughing a bit. 

She was crazy, I swear. I still love her, of course. She's the best mom anyone could ask for. 

We both get in the medium-sized moving truck and she begins to drive, pulling out of the driveway. 

I get one glance out the passenger's side mirror of the house we were now leaving forever. 

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This chapter was short, but it's only the beginning :)

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