Fucking finally, no more school until September 5th and I get to sleep in all day and stay up all night. Life is great.
I walk into the house and all I see is boxes. The fuck is going on? Is someone moving in? Is someone moving out?
"Hello? I'm home" I set down my backpack and walk into the kitchen.
My mom is putting cups and plates into a box.
"How was the last day of school?" She looks over at me with a smile and stops putting cups in the box
"Why is there boxes around the house?" I point behind me confused.
"We're moving to Utah. So start helping your brother pack please, also I need you to start packing too" my heart drops.
I fucking hate my life.
That was pretty easy, and I'm good at narration surprisingly. Hope the prolouge was good, Bye-bye! - ☆Kayla☆
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The One ||| Micheal Afton x Reader (WORKING ON CHAPTERS 4 RELEASE!!)
RandomY/N came home on the last day of school, not knowing that was her last day in Brooklyn. ❗️ART NOT MINE❗️
