3 Chapter 3 The Luckier Side

I piled up the boxes making sure they won't fall. Leaning on towards the wall, I lazily but carefully pulled some white linens in my mom's antique cabinet. Covering all the furniture except the high standing gold plated mirror. I glanced at myself in it for the last time. The picture of me and dad combing my hair fixed in my head for a while... I stood frozen.

I grabbed my bag and went back to my room, glazed at it for the last time.

I headed down the stairs when suddeny I heard mom's voice.

"Rhy" I am sure it is her unique sweet voice, I could not even move a single muscle in my body... I can't imagine myself looking towards where the voice came from but it seems going near me. Then I felt a chill running down my spine then all over my body.