Unpacking

“What an ass!” Emily Grace says over the phone

“I know right, he thought that he was sooo smooth. Like, no boy you’re not! Ugh, why do guys have to be such pricks?” I say as I’m looking at all the unopened boxes in my new room.

“Still, I wouldn’t mind being hit on by some rich hottie.” Emily Grace comments, the desire clear in her voice.

“It doesn’t play out as it does in the movies, EmG. The guys are never that charming in real life.” I mutter, pulling out my shirts and placing them on hangers.

“I know Lox, but you’re in a new state now, why not try something different and exciting there?” She says pushing further.

“So you’re saying I should be going for guys who only want me for my body?” I ask incredulously.

“No, of course not. I’m only saying, it’s ok to have some fun and be a little reckless once in a while. You’re young and hot and legal now! Get out there and live a little.” She says.

“Alright alright! Gosh, I didn’t know you were so passionate about me living.” I say in a surrendering tone.

“Hey, I gotta go, my dad's, calling me to come downstairs to help him cook dinner. Apparently, he needs help reading, even though he’s a teacher. Byeee!!” She says.

“Okay bye, EmG.” I say even though she had already hung up the phone.

As I'm putting up my last shirt in the closet my parents call me downstairs for dinner. I accidentally ran into my brother when I came out of my bedroom and ended up knocking him down. Our parents run to see what happened and to make sure that everyone is okay.

“Oh my goodness what happened?!?” Our mom almost screams at us while our dad is aggressively shaking his head agreeing with our mom.

“We bumped into each other and he fell down the stairs,” I say almost too quickly while chuckling and pointing at my brother.

“No you deliberately ran into me, don't even try to deny it. Oh god, I think I twisted my ankle!” My brother says you can clearly hear the pain in his voice.

"Oh well, I could take you to the doctor to get it checked out if you want." Our mom says while trying to help him up and takes him to the living room to sit him down on a chair.

"No no itll be okay it doesnt hurt that much anymore, if it gets too painful ill let you know mom." he says while standing up and going to one of the bathroom boxes and takes out a heating pad for his ankle. then he makes his way up the stairs and then we hear his bedroom door slam shut.

"Okay kiddo come help me with dinner." my dad says and we make our way to the kitchen, he takes out a cookbook and starts getting the ingredients we need out and puts them on the counter. Usually my mom makes dinner but dad wants mom to rest before her big day tomorrow, dad is going to be taking us to get enrolled into our new school as well and then well start school the next day.

"Dad what are we even having for dinner?" I ask him when i take a look at all the stuff he has on the counter and think that none of it even looks like it will mix together to make something delicious.

"We are going to be making a homemade vegetable soup, why?" he says while leaning up tp look at me.

"Because it doesnt look like any of this is going to mix together well dad, why dont i just make dinner and you go watch a movie with mom until its done?" i say while putiing everything but what i need away in the cabinets.

"Really? Are you sure?" he asks while slowly making his way out of the kitchen towards our livingroom where mom is at.

"Yes dad im sure. I can handle making dinner, remember mom taught me to cook, you didnt." I say in a slight mocking tone and turn aroud to get a pan and a pot and put them on the stove.

I hear the tv get just a little bit louder and take that as my cue to start making grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner. Its our favorite in this family, plus its simple and easy to make and i dont really feel like making something really big. After im done making dinner i set the table and put a oven mit on the table in the middle for the pot of tomato soup, along with the plate of grilled cheeses. I grab some napkins and call everyone for dinner, we are all kinda tired so we dont really talk and just grab our food and eat then after we are done i do the dishes so that my mom and dad dont have to do them tomorrow. I head to my room and pull out clothes for tomorrow and some night clothes then go take a shower, after i get out i hop into bed before i go to sleep i check the time then set my alarm for in the morning, i put my phone on the charger then go to sleep.

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

I turn over and shut off my alarm and sit up, i grab my clothes from last night and go take another shower, i wash myself with my strawbeery scented body wash and my hair with my vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner. After i get out i brush my teeth and put on very little makeup, just mascara and my watermelon scented lip gloss, i blow dry and brush my hair until it looks good enough for me to leave the house. I get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast, when i get down there i smell the pancakes and bacon before i even step foot in the kitchen, i walk in and my mom just finished putting our plates down and go to the fudge to get us some juice and sets it down with two glasses. I start eating and hear my brother groan about being awake too early and he sits down and starts eating as well.