I can not believe that my parents were honestly making me move! I had friends here in Provo, Utah. I swear, all they seriously want to do is ruin my social life.
Tomorrow was the day we're supposed to move. I don't even know were we are moving to yet and it is seriously driving me insane!
Now... I know this isn't good to most people, but I'm 22 years old. Yeah, I'm still living with my parents. Before you get all critical it's only because my mom has cancer and I'd rather spend the last few months with her and there for her. My dad's not much help with being there.
After dinner I finally went back to my room and finished packing then went to sleep on the air mattress.
6:30 the next morning we were packing everything in the car. I climbed in the back of the small car and grabbed a pillow, falling asleep again. My parents were the type that wouldn't stop the car until we got to where we were going.
At 4:09 we finally got there and my mom woke me up. I yawned and stretched, sitting up and got out of the car, helping get things out.
I blinked as I looked at the house and the houses around our house then looked back at my parents. "How...?" I asked in astonishment.
They smiled, "Your mothers sister helped us out with it." My dad said, shrugging.
"Oh.." I nodded and smiled. "That's awesome." I laughed and took everything inside, getting things set up in my room.
(A/N: No one of imortance was mentioned YET. Next chapter soon! Stay tuned!)
