Previous - https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1276429830/ First - https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1271314352/ Next - I forgot it at the house.... -❆- The next morning continued like the last, waking up, and packing boxes. My mom's hair was a bit more messy than it was yesterday, she had probably started packing as soon as she got up. "Mom I understand that this is stressful, but we have over half the boxes packed already, and our flight is tomorrow at 7:00" I said, worrying for her. "Alright, we just should get on with packing up, alright? Come on." She told me, trying to seem more calm. I tried to start talking with her a bit more whenever we passed each other, but that was a bit hard to keep a conversation due to us constantly moving to separate rooms often. I finally got to the box with my paintings, and remembered the glass I brushed aside in the garage. My mom was upstairs, in the closet, getting stuff out. I thought that should keep her busy long enough for me to clean it up. I grabbed a broom, and ran out to the garage. I started sweeping out the glass from the red tool cabinet we never used. The wood was slightly warped, and the tools were rusted. I heard my mom walking downstairs, just as I had finished sweeping up the glass. "Iris! I got some boxes that I could use some help carrying out to the truck!" She called out. "Alright coming!" I said rushing to find a trashcan before my mom came into the garage. "Iris, what are you doing out here?" I heard my mom say from the doorway. "Oh, um. I was looking to see if there were any boxes out here, and then I found some glass, I think it was from a while ago, so I cleaned it up real quick." I said, completely making up a lie. Mom looked skeptical, but it seemed like she didn't want to argue. "Alright, well I have some boxes from the closet, could you help me carry them?" "Yeah, let me just put this in the trash" I told her. The rest of the day was spent loading the boxes into the back of the truck. Mom still had pancakes from last night so we just had those for dinner. The next morning was a lot less stressful, as we only had a few more boxes to pack up. It was easier to move around the house without the clutter of all the boxes, but it felt even more empty now without all the boxes. We had everything packed into the moving truck by 4:50. "Alright, ready to get to the airport?" "Yeah, let's go." I replied. We drove to the airport with just the sound of music draining out the silence. We both couldn't think of anything but the move, and there wasn't a conversation we could have about that, that hadn't already been said. "We're here!" My mom said trying to sound excited. -❆- Kinda short chapter but I was able to fit 2 days in :3 Also scratch is working again :DD
