After you left

t o m o r r o w

N O V A              V I O L E T 

Walking back and forth, up and down is tiring, and it's annoying, but that's what we've been doing for the last three hours, unpacking ; oh yeah it's a party up in here. We've got most of the boxes out of the van and the kitchen and most of the living room is unpacked, but other than that most of the rooms are full with stacked boxes. Besides going to each room the box is for, Sammy, Aaron, and I haven't really gotten the chance to explore the new house, but let me tell you, I got lost in this place at least five times. It's not even that it's that big, but I'm just shit at directions. 

Right now it's around eleven o'five, and I'm sitting in the middle of my new room, most of my clothes are done, and my bed is made but like the pictures, rugs, clocks and lamps are still in the boxes, I'm just too lazy to do them tonight. 

My room is painted a ugly light green color, that I WILL be changing, my gray and white bed spread was neatly across my bed, made and tucked into every corner. My nightstand sat on the right of my bed, with a unplugged clock on top, and my phone charging. When you walk into my room, you can see most everything, except my closet door that's on the same side my door is on, my nightstand is under a window, then another one on the backside of my wall. My bed spread has ' i love you' written in french going in every direction and a pillow of the Eiffel Tower. 

I look to my left and by the door is my school bag, freshly packed and stuffed with unneeded things. My mom thought it would be best if we all started school tomorrow, which is kind of a shit move, because we literally arrived today. But my loving mother was all like " it would be good for you to go back soon" or " the sooner the better" but I rather wait a week. 

I heard a knock at my door, so I stand up brushing off the dust and make my way over. Sighing dramatically I open the door to be faced with my sleepy mother. " Hey, Baby" she greeted, playfully shoving my shoulder with hers, " Is everything for school packed, do you have your clothes picked" she asked, peering past me into my semi unpacked room. I chuckled at how even at seventeen she still does this, " yes, mom everything is fine" I smiled, opening the door for her to step in. " Are the boys packed" I asked as I watched her look around my room, her eyes lingered a second too long on the picture of my dad and all of us. She looked at me with a soft smile and giggled, sitting on my bed and patted down next to her, " Well, Aaron didn't even know they were starting tomorrow, so he's probably ruining the cleanness of his room. And Sammy went on a rant about how we shouldn't start school tomorrow, but I left in the middle before he went to child labor laws" she giggled at how dramatic and unorganized her children are. I rolled my eye at Sammy, " of course he did, it's Sammy" I laughed. She smiled at me before looking at the ugly color of my walls, " My god! This color is horrible" she giggled, then full blown laughed at me face. " Yes, yes it's hideous" I mumbled, looking around, " do you need anything or are you here just to bully your child's room" I asked, laying on my back on the bed, with my hands behind my head. " Awe, Baby I love you" she screamed, and rolled on top of me, kissing my face. Gasping for air, I pushed her off, " Jesus, woman you're trying to kill me" She laughed and got off my bed. " No, I'm going to bed" I got over my bed to say goodnight and she gave me a kiss on my head, " Night Lovie, love you" she walked out and knocked on Sammy's door. 

My mom and I have a great friendship, she's my best friend. My mom had me when she was sixteen, and had Sammy and Aaron at eighteen. I know everyone says that their mom is their hero, and I'm right up there with them. My mom had always been my best friend for as long as I could remember, it was always my dad and the boys went fishing or some guy stuff, my mom and I would watch tangled and bake. She has always been able to keep her cool with me, whether it was when I wouldn't leave her alone, or when I was crying non-stop and couldn't tell her what happened. And when my dad died, she kept it together for us, but I could hear her crying at night, and it sucked that I couldn't help her with it. During the first year, everything was different, my mom didn't talk more then two sentences to us a day, Sammy became more aggressive, getting into fights, smoking, and his highest grade was a D minus, Aaron barley came out of his room, he when to school twice a week at most, and didn't eat. And I just didn't try, to eat, to work, to focus on school, to live. Nobody cared, everyone was just tired and sad, everyone finally snapped out of it when Aaron tried to commit suicide, that's when everything changed.

Shutting my door quietly after I saw my mom escape into her room, I patted across the cold hard wood floor, kissing my cold feet as I went. Stripping over my sweaty clothes from today, I threw one one of Sammy's T-shirts he gave me, and slide into my soft sheets. Everything was different, the sounds, the placement of things in my room, the house, I wasn't use to anything. I shut of my light by my bed, and eased down into my covers, pulling them over my body. Once my head hit the pillow, my phone went off. I screamed from the noise before realizing it was my phone.

'great job Nova, you woke the whole neighborhood'  I muttered to myself, before reaching for my phone, 'who the hell is texting my at eleven' I groan, turning the brightest on my phone down. I looked down at the screen to read the name, " Sammy, pick up your ass and grab your socks" I giggled at the name of the group chat between Sammy, Aaron and I. Aaron changed the name a couple weeks ago after Sammy left his nasty socks on his bed and refused to get them. I unlocked my phone and read the message that Sammy sent, 

drool squad no. 1:" are u guys ready for tmw" I rolled my eyes at his horrible English.

 Aaron answered quickly after he sent it, drool squad no.2:" I don't know, are you" sending the ' i don't know' emoji.

  drool squad no.1" yeah I guess, what 'bout u novs" 

Me: " as ready as I'll ever be" 

I shut my phone off after that, not wanting to talk about it, I plugged my phone back in, and let my head hit the pillow without anymore distractions, and drifted off into darkness. 

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Heyyyyyy....It's me Kiara, so this is the second chapter, sorry if the first are bad once she meets Easton things will get better I promise. Anywho, please don't me  ghost reader, let me know if there's anything I can do to make it better, or any questions I'm always open. :)