Heartbreak

What corner?

Chapter Seven

I threw on a pair of Misty’s short-shorts and my own tank top, pulled my blonde hair into a quick ponytail, grabbed my packed bag and waited for Drew’s truck to pull up. Once it did I ran out into the warm April air and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Are you dropping me off then going to school?” I asked Drew as he stepped on the gas.

“Nah, I think I will help,” he said.

“Cool,” I said, smiling. We pulled up in front of my house, I check to see if my dad’s car was gone. Once I saw it was okay Drew and I stepped out of the vehicle. I knocked on the door and Mitch soon opened it.

“What’s he doing here?” Mitch asked once he saw Drew.

“He is lending us his father’s truck,” I sneered.

“Oh,” Mitch said, clearly regretting what he had said. “Boxes are over there.”

I walked over to the pile of boxes and grabbed a few. Drew and I started up the stairs to my room.

I wrapped all my breakables in blankets. This included my mother’s glass heart, the glass fairy my grandmother gave me and the hand made clock my dad made me before he went wacko.

Next I packed my jewelry. I packed my grandma’s flower broach, my mom’s necklace and finally the little beaded necklace I made my mother when I was six. I traced the beads with my finger remembering my mother. The way her golden hair reflected the sun, her blue eyes staring at me threw the light of my Barbie lamp and the way she would sing to me before bed. The beads spelt out the words ‘I Love You’. I dropped the necklace in the box and walked over to my dresser. Drew sat awkwardly on my bed, not even realizing I was breaking. I threw cloths into another box then moved onto the closet and did the exact same thing.

If mum never left I wouldn’t be in this mess. Why did she leave? That I probably will never know. I missed her, everything about her. A few tears escaped but I never let Drew see.

Finally I stuffed my laptop, iPod and other necessities into a box, along with more pillows and blankets off my bed. Drew helped me bring all the boxes out to his truck and put them in the back. Mitch put his stuff in the truck too then drove the boxes to the apartment.

“Want to help me bring down my dresser?” I asked Drew once the truck was out of sight.

“Sure,” Drew said. We haled the big white dresser down the stairs and left it in the foyer then we went back for my bed.

“Watch the corner,” I laughed as Drew fumbled with bed.

“What corner?” he asked looking around.

“Not the one on the bed, then one on the wall,” I giggled.

“Oops,” he sighed as the bed made contact with the corner. I laughed and almost fell down the last few steps.

“You okay?” Drew asked.

“Yup, you?” I replied, still giggling.

“Got it?” Mitch called from the bottom of the stairs. I hadn’t realized he was already back.

“Yeah,” I said as I hit the last step.

Once we had put the dresser in the truck I turned to Mitch. “I don’t think I can get my bed,” I whimper.

“If you bring my bags down I will help Drew with the bed,” he sighed.

“Thank you!” I sang before running back into the house.

I jogged up the stairs and into Mitch’s already packed room. I looked around for a second then grabbed two bags and hung one on each shoulder then grabbed a box. I walked down the stairs, nearly bumping into Mitch on the way down, and threw Mitch’s stuff in the back of the truck, pushing it as far back as possible. Mitch and Drew soon came out with my bed and put it in the back to.

The rest of the day went by fast. Around five trips later Mitch had everything of ours at the apartment and he had just pulled up for the last trip, and I finally got to see my new home.

The apartment building wasn’t very tall, maybe eight stories. It was built with red bricks and looked like it belonged in down town New York.

“Our apartment is number 101,” Mitch said as he flipped the tail gate down. “Drew and I will get everything up there.”

“Okay,” I said, giggling with excitement.