I collasped back first onto my bed, exhusted after a day of unpacking. My new room was quite large, magnified by the few scattered boxes and lone mattress, but I would pick a hotel room over this any day. Rnee was down stairs already 'nesting' in the unnessicarily large home. Unnessicay beacsue they would be moving again not to far in the future. I however would always remain here.
I sighed and glanced back over my boxes, I'm sure most girls my age could not condense their lives into so little. Only one suitcase. However after dropping everything to travel the world for six months with Rnee and Phil (whenever he had time from work that is), it became essiental for me to just let go of that which did not matter. I would probably would have stripped it down to jus the clothes I was wearing if my parents hadn't insisted that I remained 'grounded'.
And here I was, fufilling the promise that I had made 6 months ago, to be fully 'grounded'. the agreement stated that after the flightly tour I (this also implied my mother becasue she refused to leave my side), was required to move to Forks to be near my real dad, Charlie. It was all about tieing loose ends, and I agreed readily, to bring peace to those around me.
But now I felt to caged. It's a sick sensation to realize that you are in the place where you are going to die. And I knew there would be no more trips no more spontinuity. I had arrived at my final resting place, awaiting the moment that my life would end.