Day 1, The Departure

"Shane! Wake up!" My mother was yelling at me from downstairs.
"Come on Sputnik"
Now my step-father, Duncan, was now calling me. I've never been able to figure out why he calls me that.
"Hang on!" I yelled back down, "I just have to fold up my bed stuff and deflate the air matress"
"Well hurry up, we want to beat out the work traffic!" Duncan called back.
After about five minutes, I had deflated the matress and folded up all the sheets. I went downstairs, carrying it all down with me to put in the van. As I climbed down, I saw what appeared to be a small gray fox, watching me go down the stairs. I stopped and looked at it. It seemed somewhat familiar as I looked at it, as if I'd seen it many times before. I noticed I was watching and ducked behind the wall outside. I ran to the door, opened it and looked out. The fox was gone.
"Shane, is something wrong?" My mom asked.
"No... No, it's fine." I told her. I must've been seeing things. I had been thinkin that I was being watched ever since the movers came yesterday to pick up our other furniture that we weren't bringing in the car, so I dismissed it as the dog.
We finished packing everything into the van and drove off, leaving CampLejeune and North Carolina behind us, and moving towards our new home in Conneticut.