Move

“When you finish unpacking come see me in the kitchen.”

“Ok mom.” I don’t exactly remember how it happened but when I finished unpacking my room was placed exactly how my old one was. Everything was where it should be, freaky. In the kitchen my mom had me help her put the dishes and good china away. Dinner came right after. For dinner my parents treated themselves to a night out on the town. But not me, I was left home to order pizza, and stare at the walls (our TV wasn’t hooked up yet).

          “Find the entrance. . .” Whispers the air. I got goose bumps as if I had just walked outside in the middle of a blizzard.

          “Hel . . . hello? Is anyone here?” Classic mistake. The movie’s most popular ghost line ‘is anyone here.’ I didn’t want an answer, from anyone or anything, I wanted to get the heck out of that apartment, and I wanted to run down the hall screaming my lungs out. Nope. I wasn’t that wimpy. But I did take precautions, I ran into my room and shut the door, I stuck my ear buds in and turned up the music on my iPod as loud as it could go. I don’t know when I fell asleep all I know is I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice. I walked into the kitchen, my dad was reading the newspaper and mom was making pancakes. Orange juice and a plate were set on a table for me.

          “Well, look whose up; it’s our lovely daughter Amanda.” Sarcasm filled the room; I didn’t need a mirror to tell my hair was a mess or that I was still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday.

          “Very funny dad.” I smirked. He just went back to reading his paper.

          “Oh, incidentally, tomorrow is your first day of school.” Mom said without looking up. I spun around to face her; she was just standing there, smiling. Crash! There goes my world.

The End

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