Her Breaking Point

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

You may have once loved your softball team's t-shirt and the trophy you won at the ugly sweater party, but some items just shouldn't make the move. Packing is the perfect time to clean out those things that have been hiding in your basement for way too long. A rule to live by: if you haven't seen it in 24 months and it isn't a family heirloom, it's time to say goodbye.

“And it took over a week before I finally got an apology.” A long week full of emotional breakdowns, crying as well as Tia and Mrs. Sorun demanding me not to give in, but I won’t be beginning those small details up.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.

Some extra necessities I have is a white ceiling fan, two lamps, one T.V., two white furry carpets, one black circular cozy chair, a tiny garbage pile, a big laundry hamper, and three mirrors. On my wall I have a lot of drawing/paintings I did in art class, some pictures of my friends and I, a big wall square that I got from pottery with a white board, chalk board, jewelry hanger, mirror, picture hanger, chalk board, magnetic board, a calendar, and a clock. It is my favorite thing on my wall, but I always have a quote above a mirror and my monogram above my bed in black. My bed is extremely comfortable, I hate leaving it. It is a full size bed in a big white frame, with a flower comfortable. The colors are black, white, grey, purple, green, and blue, with black sheets and a big black blanket at the end. I love my throw pillows, I have three. One is a white fuzzy one that I use to cuddle with because it long or put behind my normal pillows. One is a big black square that I don’t ever use and one is a tiny square that says “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken”. Since 2nd grade my room has changed a lot! I redid it two times since then and I don’t regret it! It use to be a light green and I first had pink and green colors everywhere including my comfortable, then I got new comforter and new curtains,

After several hours of placing the boxes and furniture in their correct room I began to unpack my room and make it my own. My room was not very large however it had a cozy nook where I placed my desk. It did not take long for my room which was recently a blank canvas to slowly become my own piece of art.

Anyway, just after two days of the decision, our house immediately began to be packed up. Everything we owned had to be stuffed into the smallest amount of boxes possible. When you start to pack up your room, let alone your whole house, you start to realize how much stuff you really have. As a nine year old sitting on my bedroom floor, this task seemed impossible to accomplish.

The mystery man offered up a chuckle. “It’s quite alright, but you really do need to calm yourself. Like I said before, you’re making me nervous, and I don’t get nervous.”

"It was not your fault," Maddox tone was harsh, but words barely above a whisper. "I'll not hear it again."

How do you want your “room” to look? I was planning on a dog hotel styled room with a purple theme.

I laugh. “I think my brother won’t be interfering for a while.” I frown as Beau pushes up to a sitting position, fixing his work clothes and messy hair, so what we were doing right before the knock isn’t so obvious.

"Sorry!, I mean.... you have your stuff and I have mine!" He says trying to change his words.

Until the day I did a big clean out. It was the best feeling walking into my wardrobe and looking at all the things I like to wear and seeing everything folded up nicely in its place.

"I have to take this off, I'm only helping you." She motioned to his clothes.

“Do you think maybe we could start studying together for this final. I’m getting pretty nervous about it and–” He sighed, cutting you off. You were afraid you’d angered him. You were always afraid that you had angered him.