I heard her walking down the hall and I knew I was in trouble.
“Lacy, what is taking you so long?”
I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “I’m almost done,” I glanced at what I still had to pack, and then looked up at her again.
“Time waits for no one, you know! You should know that by now, you’re going to be twelve not six!”
“I know,” I shoved a few more things into my suitcase.
“You have five minutes. We’re leaving at ten, and not a minute later,” she ordered. “I want to get there before the movers,” and then she turned and walked away, stomping down the hall in her high heels.
I sighed and plopped down on my bed. I can’t believe this is happening! This can’t be real. It can’t be! I have to be dreaming, I have to be. Wake up! Wake up! I pinched myself. “Ouch!” I’m not sleeping, it’s not a dream.
“What are you doing?” my mother shouted!