The Middle-sized room is ghosted without my clothes on the floor, the hair dryer and the unfinished drawings of Fred climbing the mountains. The mysteries of the hair bobbles showing up now and again being placed randomly on the wooden floorboards. By the ''Bobble Snatching Trolls'' as my little twins sisters are wearing my pink polka dot scrunchies. Found 20 Bobbles that I didn't even know I had, that many as I think that the only one I have is the one that I am wearing now. I pick them up and chuck them all in, in the last box where my whole life is squished into and silo-typed shut. All that I have left in my old now is the bunk-bed for 7-year old Lily so she can have her best friends over for sleepovers. As she told me while I was looking after her, the twins plus Fred the bouncing puppy thinking he has four legs and not three. By then I kind of knew Mum and Dad were thinking of putting the cottage up for rent. But now its all to real.....
The Room I once called mine will be Lily's from now on. Her Laughter will sink into the walls. The adventures she will have with her friends during sleepovers will be imbedded in the floorboards. Like it once was for me. As I look across the room, my card from school is on the floor. When I told the girls at college that my second year will be with Amelia and not them. They were happy but disheartened at the same time. Kelly and Lexi were my friends throughout School and now college. We were inseparable. The Pointless drama we had to listen to during math class, messing about in drama class and revising in the library. Then Sarah started squeeze her way in the group. Even though she helped the girls with the leaving card ,it felt more like a celebration then a leaving doo in the classroom. The Cards, balloons , and cake. I know long distance distance friendships do last like Amelia. But I've known her my whole life then there is Alex with the letters and the on and off facetime calls. Then going to theirs during the weekends and holidays.
Frankie Silvers' old room is now Lily Pomegranate's bedroom.
I sigh for a moment. Well, I hoping moving back to Mum's Hometown will be fun where the adventure of her life had started. Sharing the big Humbleton Manor with her best friend. My Parents always spoke about it at drunken evenings on facetime with Tony. I guess sharing a room with a close friend almost like a sister will be new and exciting. My body helps me turn myself around slowly like a horse going round a merry-go-round.
''Frankie everything's packed in the trailer. The Trolls are annoying dad outside'' Say Mum laughing. As the trolls we established, they are the stealing hair bobble thieves. ''Coming'' I shout rolling my eyes to the back of my head. My leg starts to feel all warm. I look down and little Fred is.
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