The Blue Eyes Rejected Me

Chapter 6

I smile sheepishly, "Sorry." I put down my side of the mattress and rush into my room. I move the boxes in the way. My dad picks up his side of the mattress again and starts dragging it into my room. I run out and grab the other side of the mattress, pick it up, and help carry it into my room. We sit it down next to the wall.

"Thanks Dad." I say dusting of my hands off together.

"No problem sweetie." He says, coming over to kiss my head. He leaves the room after that. I sigh, happy that my heavy box moving was done.

"Evangeline, come get your suitcases!" My mom shouts from downstairs.

Damn, almost done. I walk out of my room, jog down the stairs, and rush out the front door and to the car. The trunk was already open so I reach in and pull out my two suitcases. One was filled with sheets and pillow cases for my bed. The other was obviously filled with the clothes I packed yesterday.

Holding one suitcase in each arm, I walk back into the house and up to my room. I sit both of them down on my mattress. Now I'm done.

I fall back to land on my mattress. Feeling around for my phone, I realize my carry on bag was still in the back seat of the car. Grunting, I hoist myself off my mattress and walk out of my room to get my bag.

Walking outside, the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up. I scan the woods around our new house. A cool breeze kicks up and I hold my arms closer to me, trying to keep warm. Tiny rain drops start to strike my body. So much for a nice, hot day.

Now hurrying to get back inside before the rain really hits, I grab my bag, close the car door, and run back into the house closing the front door in the process.

Going back upstairs, I close my room door and lay back on my mattress. Fatigue hits me suddenly and I find that I can barely keep my eyes open. Pushing my suitcases of the mattress so I can have more space, I curl up on the mattress and fall asleep without so much as a pillow or blanket.

Saturday consists of building my bed, desk, dresser, and nightstand. It takes forever since my parents ignore me and have to build all their stuff. Building my bed, I drop one of the parts on my foot. Hopping around for the rest of the day sucks, but my foot hurt more. After my bed is built, I take on the task of building my desk. It takes about half the time the bed did, and for that I am grateful.

After I am done with the desk, I run downstairs to grab a bag of chips for my lunch, "Mom, we need to go grocery shopping. I don't like eating crap." I shout, hoping my mom hears.

"Yes I know. I'm going tomorrow." She shouts back.

Finishing my lunch, I run back upstairs and build my dresser and nightstand. Happy with my work so far, including when I put sheets on my bed, I snuggle into them and fall asleep.

I am home alone Sunday so I decide to furnish my room with all my smaller items. The first thing I do is find my speaker and plug it into my iPod. Don't Wake Me Up by Chris Brown blares out of the speakers. Humming along, I dance around my room putting up pictures, putting lamps on my desk and nightstand, placing my little trinkets around my room, and organizing my school stuff on my desk for tomorrow.

My phone buzzes, "Hello?"

"Evangeline?" My mom's voice comes through the phone.

"Who else?"

"Quit it with the attitude," she retorts, "we are on our way back from the grocery store. I'll make dinner when I get home."

"Mmhmm," I mumble, only half listening, "bye." I pull the phone away from my ear and am ready to hit the end button as I walk downstairs.

"Wait," Mom shouts in the phone, "remember you have school tomorrow. Make sure everything's ready so you don't have to stay up late tonight. Bye."

I hang up the phone after that. Tomorrow's going to be one hell of a day.

*A/N Sorry for the boring chapter. Don't worry the next chapter will include the preview and will start setting up the plot. Thanks for bearing with me.

A/N: Sorry for the longer than normal wait. I hope the length of this chapter makes up for the waiting period.

I slammed my hand down on my beeping alarm clock. Throwing my legs over my bed, I sat up and rubbed my eyes for a good five minutes before moving. What on earth made my parents think that starting school immediately was a good idea?

Standing up, I walked across the hall to the bathroom. I splashed water in my face to wake myself up. Looking in the mirror, my dripping face and hair reminded me of a drowned cat. I sighed and dried my face on the towel next to the sink.

I walked back into my room and walked toward my suitcase still filled with clothes. The weekend was too short. Zipping it open, I searched through it looking for something acceptable to wear on my first day. First impressions are the most important.

I spotted my elbow length deep purple shirt. Pulling it out, I looked for my black skinny jeans. With my outfit found, I happily skipped back over to my bathroom and readied my shower.