I finish setting down the last of my unpacked boxes in to my new room before letting out a tired sigh.
"There," I say aloud to myself.
I look around my new room, it's still pretty empty said for the boxes in it. The walls are white and the floor is hardwood, I've still yet to get my bed in the room and there are two big windows with no curtains on them, also a big closet mirror that takes up almost two thirds of the wall it's on. My gaze lands on it, I look at it briefly until I hear my mother call me, breaking my attention from it.
"Craig? Are you finished moving your stuff into your room?" she calls up the stairs.
"Yeah!" I shout back.
"Can you come and help with the other stuff then?" she asks.
I let out another sigh, "Coming," I reply, and glance once more at the closet mirror before heading out of my room and downstairs. When I get down the stairs I see my mother carrying two boxes into the kitchen, she spots me after setting them down on the kitchen's countertop.
"Can you go and help your father move the couch into the living room?" she asks, opening up one of the boxes.
I frown, "Why didn't we get movers to help again?"
"Because, you know your father is very particular about how to do things, and he didn't want strangers touching our belongings. Now go and help him," she replies waving me off.
I roll my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh, "Right," I say turning away and heading towards the front door.
"Thank you dear," she singsongs.
I exit through the front door and I am met with chilled air, I look over to the big white rental moving truck, parked in front of the house to find my father moving some smaller boxes out of it. I walk over to him, he notices me.
"Ah, Craig, there you are!" he says, and goes to stand behind the side of the blue couch. "Here, help me with this would you?" he motions for me to stand in front of the other side of the couch, so I walk up the truck's ramp and do."Alright, now on the count of three lift it up," I hunch over grabbing the bottom of the couch, "okay, one. Two. Three!" he grunts out lifting the couch and I do the same.
We lift it up and I slowly back my way down the ramp and out of the truck, then we make our way to the front door and slowly up the front steps into the living room, where we set it down. I sit on the couch's arm to relax a bit, but as soon as I do my father speaks up.
"Alright, now come and help me with the china cabinet," he tells me.
I groan and slowly get back up to my feet to finish helping move the rest of the stuff into our new home.
...
Later, as evening falls and the sky is just slowly starting to turn pink and yellow, we finally finish moving everything into our new home, I collapse onto the couch.
"Craig?" my mother's voice calls out.
"Yeah?" I respond tiredly.
"Your father and I need to go out and return the rental truck, and then get some groceries for dinner and the week, we'll be back a little later. Can you watch over your sister while we're gone?" she asks.
"Sure," I lazily answer.
"And don't open the door for anyone while we're gone," She adds.
"Yeah, yeah," I say and I hear the front door close.
I lie there, taking in deep breaths and looking around the now box filled living room, and think of how much fun it will be unpacking it all. I let out a sigh for the umpteenth time today and sit up. Now that I think about it, I hadn't really seen much of my usually annoying sibling all day today. Aside from the long car ride here and moving some of her things into her new room, I haven't seen much of her today.
I head up stairs and open the door to her room. I see her lying face up on her bed with her long strawberry blond hair spread out around her, and holding her 3DS above her and playing on it. I can faintly hear music coming from it.
"Yes?" she asks, not looking away from her game.
"Did you just stay in your room all day doing nothing?" I ask a bit annoyed.
"What? No. I leveled up from 6 to 20 on this game, so that's something," I look at her unamused, " Besides, I told mom that I wasn't feeling very well and that I think I may be sick or something and she told dad," she says still never taking her eyes off the screen of the 3DS.
"You look just fine to me," I respond crossing my arms and leaning on the door frame to her room.
She puts a hand to her mouth and fakes a cough, "There, you see? I'm sick."
"So I see," I reply apathetically, "Anyways, mom and dad went out to return the rental truck and get some groceries, they'll be back later," I stand up straight again getting off the door frame, "and mom told me to watch over you while they were gone," I turn to walk away.
"You're doing a great job at that so far," She replies sarcastically.
I head off to my own room, and flick the overhead light on and look around it. My room now has my bed in it, but no sheets on it yet, all the boxes are pushed over to one side of the room by my dresser, that has a small lamp on it, with some smaller boxes also on it. The windows still have no curtains on them yet, so anyone could see right in. I head over to the pile of boxes and search through them until I find one marked as 'bed sheets'. I pull it out and tear the tape keeping it sealed, off, and take out the sheets.
After setting up my bed, I turn the small lamp on and flick the overhead one off and head back over to my bed where I lie down on my back. I debate to myself if whether or not I feel like unpacking more but end up opting to just lie there in bed looking up at the ceiling instead. My walls are now covered in shadows from the boxes laid out around the lamp.
I lazily turn to my side and come face to face with my reflection in the closet mirror. I look at myself than at other things in my room reflecting off the mirror. I continue to stare at it until I start to feel a bit unnerved by doing so for some reason, like as if I keep looking at it long enough, I might actually see something in it. I push the dumb thought away and turn over to my other side and close my eyes.
And think to myself I have to start all over at a new school tomorrow in this middle of nowhere town. I slowly start to feel myself drift off, until eventually I fall asleep.
...
It's quiet in the new room and nothing can be heard, said for the boy's deep breathing from sleep, and a quiet click of the lamp on the dresser being turned off in his room from seemingly nothing. The room is than flooded with moonlight shinning in through the non-curtained windows and reflecting off the big closet mirror.
A/N:This is the first story that I've done on here, hopefully it's not too bad. (Sorry for any spelling mistakes/errors please let me know if you see any. Also my noobness.) This first chapter is just setting things up a bit. It should be a bit more interesting in the next chapter.