Drabble: Room to Room
Genre: general, angst
Her room was almost as empty as the day she moved in. What little possessions she owned fit inside a luggage bag, which sat unseen in the wardrobe. Only her basic, day-to-day essentials left outside gave any indication that she lived in the room.
She used to have more. Boxes and boxes of personal items accumulated over the years. But that was before, when she wasn’t shuffled from place to place every few months. It was just easier to live on the bare minimum than struggle to cram everything back into boxes when it was time to leave again, usually after three months.
Her longest record in one house was two years. That family was determined not to be just another group of adults who let her down, but after three different cars somehow crashed into the house three months in a row, even they couldn’t continue to live with someone who attracted bad luck like freebies attracted people.
“You’ll be staying with your cousin after Easter.”
She had been with her current host for four months, so she was ready for the move, but it still stung.
Packing her little essentials back into her bag was easy. Packing the pain in her heart away…
Well, she tried.
~Continue the story in Her Room~