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#myfavoriterepost For anyone who's ever had to move...
For anyone who's ever had to move...
Chapter one: Day of moving... ~Ariana's POV~ I packed the most important things that I would need on my journey to Norway, makeup, hairbrush, and my favourite clothes. :) What.
The sudden halt at the stop sign moved my head forward and caused it to slightly bump onto the cold glass car window. I slowly rised my head and looked around. We were at a stop sign.
Det är relatift sent och jag tar mig en kopp te ifrån min nyinköpta tee kanna gjort för lös tee. Fick lov att använda tee påsar och klippa ur teet i den och överföra den till tee kannan.
My apartment is empty My Life My things Pots and pans Clothes and books Its all in neat boxes Forks and knives spooning With mrs kettle Photos fr.o.m.
Body beach 7 A week flew by, all I did was give statements and cry myself to sleep. I was woken up by my mother very early.
"Annie!" yells Louis from his room. "What?!" "Come here!" "where are you!?" "In my room!" "you guys are loud." Tylor adds before I could yell back. "yup." I say emphasizing on the 'p'.
We have been together for so long. The thought of leaving you just feels wrong. We moved as a couple like 10 years ago. Young yes we were so. My kids you welcomed and here they grew.
-Chapter one- I sat there in class tapping a pencil on the book while staring into space, a hand waved in my face bringing me back to earth , "what happened in class?" i asked a girl next to me "all...
My life is carefully partitioned,. Boxed, labelled and sealed,. A window to my mind now gone,. Behind cardboard all concealed,. A return to work,. The end of summer,. If I wasn't so restless,.
When I get back home all the furniture is inside and most of the things are unpacked.
After about six hours of driving, we pull up to a big white house that could really use some repairing. The paint was chipping and the grass was getting long. The gutters were also falling apart.
My father disappeared three months ago. My family will now never be the same. I lye in bed everyday waiting for a miracle. For my father to return.
I lay awake, eyes open, calmly breathing, realising that this is the last time I will ever sleep in this house.
I've entered my home. Through the front door. What can I do. I don't want to feel like a bore. I'm sat in the lounge. Watching tv. There's not a lot on. Nothing for me. I've moved to the kitchen.
I was on my way to Cheryl's room. I made us two cups of coffee and took some biscuits with me. I knocked, nobody answered, so I found my way in.
So today I left the house I lived in for years. After weeks of packing and sweeping the days are finally up. I took a turn around the empty rooms and felt the years lift away.
I am officially in my new apartment... Yippee. Or, in the words of Smosh, "Whoop de freakin do," =D. It has two bedrooms so I have a guest BR. One bathroom.
Hi. I'm Lily. I'm your average girl, and I'm just moving house. There's nothing abnormal about that is there. At first I thought it was a joke. A terrible one too.
The new house was perfect. Nothing could ruin that thought, Annabell thought with a smile as she streched her long body out on her new bed. The biggest bed she had ever slept in.
Who am I kidding?. These will probably be some of the worst days of my life... Knowing SOME people.
[This is a true story] Tomorrow I would be a thousand miles away from here. I would be moving to Texas. Jacob and I sat on the grass in front of my house and it was about midnight.
Chapter 2: Past Starts (Part 1) Denny The house was always quiet when Jace was out and my new home was no different. Sadly, my new neighbours weren’t as welcoming as the Turners had been.