I finished dinner and went to my room to put the rest of my clothes in the last suitcase. We planned on leaving in the morning. I laid down on my sheet and cover free mattress. I was about to start crying again when Kyle came in and sat on the bed next to my feet.
"Mom says we have to go to bed early if we are going to start loading things at 6." He said, looking straight at me. I nodded. He sighed and walked out of the room. "Night," he said as he closed the door. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes. It was going to be a long day.
Chapter 2:
I woke the next morning to a soft knock on my door. "Jasmine, honey, its time to wake up. Get dressed and grab your bag that you keeping in the car and come to the kitchen." I sat up as my mom walked out the door, then fell back to my pillow and closed my eyes. Couldn't they just be happy here? I gave up and got dressed.
Once dressed in the new outfit Lexie picked out, I headed to the kitchen.
"Mom, My bag is on the couch, anything else I need to do before we go." I said as I entered the kitchen.
"Nope, just grab a jacket and we're headed out in ten minutes." She tossed me a muffin. "Kyle went to grab some snacks for the ride there and we are leaving as soon as he gets back." I nodded and grabbed a jacket and my bag. I sat on the couch until Kyle got back, then we all piled into the car. A new home as our destination.
After about three hours of cramped car space and occasional bathroom breaks, my mom made me and Kyle put on blind folds so we wouldn't 'ruin the surprise'. We got there about fifteen minutes later and took off our blindfolds.
I stood there, stunned, feeling like I'd just walked into a dream. This was my house? I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be wearing clothes from Macy's but from some where like Marc Jacobs. "What do you think?" my dad asked.
I just stared straight ahead at the stone path to the door, to overwhelmed to speak. My father read my expression and smiled. "It- uh- I...love it!" I said, barely able to speak more than a few words. I looked a Kyle, he was smiling wildly.
"Want to see your rooms?" My dad said, pulling a key out of his pocket. I nodded. He lead us up the stone path and onto the small deck in front of the door. Compared to this house, our old place was like a motel room.
"Mom says we have to go to bed early if we are going to start loading things at 6." He said, looking straight at me. I nodded. He sighed and walked out of the room. "Night," he said as he closed the door. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes. It was going to be a long day.
Chapter 2:
I woke the next morning to a soft knock on my door. "Jasmine, honey, its time to wake up. Get dressed and grab your bag that you keeping in the car and come to the kitchen." I sat up as my mom walked out the door, then fell back to my pillow and closed my eyes. Couldn't they just be happy here? I gave up and got dressed.
Once dressed in the new outfit Lexie picked out, I headed to the kitchen.
"Mom, My bag is on the couch, anything else I need to do before we go." I said as I entered the kitchen.
"Nope, just grab a jacket and we're headed out in ten minutes." She tossed me a muffin. "Kyle went to grab some snacks for the ride there and we are leaving as soon as he gets back." I nodded and grabbed a jacket and my bag. I sat on the couch until Kyle got back, then we all piled into the car. A new home as our destination.
After about three hours of cramped car space and occasional bathroom breaks, my mom made me and Kyle put on blind folds so we wouldn't 'ruin the surprise'. We got there about fifteen minutes later and took off our blindfolds.
I stood there, stunned, feeling like I'd just walked into a dream. This was my house? I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be wearing clothes from Macy's but from some where like Marc Jacobs. "What do you think?" my dad asked.
I just stared straight ahead at the stone path to the door, to overwhelmed to speak. My father read my expression and smiled. "It- uh- I...love it!" I said, barely able to speak more than a few words. I looked a Kyle, he was smiling wildly.
"Want to see your rooms?" My dad said, pulling a key out of his pocket. I nodded. He lead us up the stone path and onto the small deck in front of the door. Compared to this house, our old place was like a motel room.
