After the droid helps us unpack everything, I take my boxes up to my room to set up.
At least my room's cool. It's right under the roof, so my room's all triangle shaped. I set
down the boxes & look around. The house came with furniture, so we only brought
things like pots & clothes, etc. My room has a four post bed, a bookshelf, & a mirror.
Cool. I start taking out folded clothes to put in the closet when I find a book I'd forgotten
about. Adventures of the Ninja. Oh, I remember this. This was my birthday present
when I was 5. The last one from my dad. Why did I still have it? I stand up calmly rip the
book in half & put it in one of the empty boxes. I'll throw it away later.
After I finish unpacking my room, I go down to the kitchen to see that my mom hasn't
unpacked anything.
"Mom!" I yell. She looks up, startled.
"Oh, sorry!" She says, while turning off her WritPad. "I was inspired! All these old
houses & ghost stories!" she wiggles her fingers all spookily.
"Anyways, Mom." I say, trying not to laugh at her "spookily fingers" "Wasn't it a bit weird
that that ice appeared so suddenly, & in July?"
"Mm… maybe." she says while turning her WritPad back on.
I give up. My mom obviously wants to write right now. I start to unpack the neglected
boxes. Where's that droid?!
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