Tragic...

Moving

(Kati's POV)
I woke up to the sound of a big beeping noise. I realized it was the moving truck.
I sat up and reached over to my night stand where I picked out my clothes for today since I had to pack the rest of them yesterday.
It was just a tight, low cut, white shirt, with a pair of light blue, boot cut jeans, and converse.
I picked up my brush that was also on my nightstand and brushed my hair all to the right side and fishtailed it and secured it with the elastic I had on my wrist.
I use to put on makeup everyday but I feel...depressed. So, little things like that seem like big ones and are more challenging than they use to be.
I walked down stairs and got a light breakfast...a banana.
By the time I finished that...a cheese stick and a bottle of water, all the stuff was packed and loaded so I guess my job was easy...I just got in the big U Haul truck, passenger side, and looked out the window. I was glad to leave because the memories that filled that house and the school next door would haunt me for the rest of my life, but I was also sad because...they were good memories.