Two days is all I had left to pack my belongings. Two days and I’d be gone from this house forever.
I stared silently around my room and looked at the suitcases and backpacks that I had found and had stacked neatly on my bed. In the corner, there was a small pile of cardboard boxes. Anything I didn’t want anymore would be going out for rubbish, and anything I didn’t want to take would be going up in the loft.
“So where are we going to make a start then?” Cierra asked, looking around my cluttered bedroom.
“I really don’t know. I have so much stuff,” I moaned in despair, running a hand over my face. “Let’s start with the bookshelf. I won’t need to take all my books. The Packhouse has a pretty big library, should I ever want to go in there.”
I made my way over to my bookcase and glanced at the dusty books staring back at me. I’ve not read any of these books in years, and some have definitely seen better days. I pulled out my Harry Potter, Twilight and Fifty Shades collection and put them neatly in a box.
“I will take these, as they are my favourite. The rest can be boxed up and go to the charity shop,” I nodded decidedly.
“Okay. I’ll do that right now,” Cierra replied, and she clambered over to kneel on the floor beside me.
She started taking the books off the shelf and neatly stacked them in a new box. She was always so neat, tidy, and thorough about her work. I watched her tuck a strand of stray hair behind her ear, as she looked up at me.
“Oh, Cierra, I’m going to miss you so much. Please don’t lose contact with me. You’re going to be on the other side of Silvermoor City, miles away and I don’t even know when I’ll see you again!” I blurted out, trying not to cry.
“Oh, you numpty,” laughed Cierra, pulling me in for a hug. “You’re my best friend. We have known each other since we were yay high. You are like a sister that I’ve never had. I will never forget you. I will not let it happen.”
I feel her kiss the top of my head gently, and I closed my eyes. I wish I could stay as a teenager forever. I like this life. Growing up always complicates things.
“I know. I’m just being silly,” I sniffed. “I’m not ready to move out yet!” I laughed. “Anyway, you’re doing an excellent job with those books. I’ll make a start on taking these posters down.”
I looked around the room, and various faces from different boy bands and models stared back at me.
I won’t need to take these with me, I thought. They are years old.
I started pulling at the posters, the old blue-tac holding them had now turned grey, and they quickly came down from the walls leaving small greasy marks on the wallpaper. I rolled them up and slipped an elastic band over them to hold them in place. Quietly, I snuck up behind Cierra and promptly bonked her on the top of the head with the rolled-up posters.
“Ow!!” Cierra yelped, rubbing the top of her head then bursting into laughter and playfully, she tried to slap me on the leg which I quickly dodged.
I placed the rolled-up posters in the box with the books and turned to survey the room once more. The only things that remained were my clothes, shoes, makeup, and my electronics. I had a few wolf ornaments and a few room decorations that I also had to take down. Mum was going to turn my room into a guest room once I had gone, but it was always going to be my bedroom if I ever needed it.
“Do you want me to start taking down your room décor?” Cierra asked.
I looked at my dream catcher and the fairy lights that I used to decorate my headboard, and I nodded. “I’ll take the fairy lights and my dream catcher with me. I will need something to make my new room more, me. I’ll also take my glitter lava lamp too,” pointing to it in the corner.
I used it as a mood light in the evenings. It casts a relaxing glow around the room and instantly makes any room feel cosier. I stood up on the bed and unplugged the lights from the wall, along with my phone and laptop charger and placed them in th...