"I, I guess we have to." You mumble. You almost forgot you have to move into Bonnie's apartment. While you couldn't bring all of your stuff with you, you were allowed to take a few personal items with you. To your mother's chagrin of course, not very happy of ruining the girly image Bonnie had.
"Okay then, let's move it young lady." Your mother said going in front of you while you walked grouching behind her. While you walked through the hospital corridors you noticed people staring at you, especially men were checking your entire body. What a bunch of creeps! You think as you try not to stare at them. You know why they stare at you, if you wouldn't be her, you would agree with her that Bonnie is worth checking out. But with the way you are now, you would happily look different.
Outside the hospital your mother looks back at you. "Those heels aren't so bad, are they?"
"What?" You ask. Looking down you realize you actually walked the entire walk through the corridors on these things. And you even didn't notice a thing. It must be that subconscious thing one of the doctors talked about. Apparently by doing some things your brain would use Brianna's subconscious by doing it. In this case walking on pumps without falling. "I still think sneakers are the best." You tell your mother while she opens the door of the car for you.
"How you doing champ?" Your father asks you as he was sitting in the car already.
"Ugh." You roll with your eyes in the direction of your mother who is stepping in the car at that moment. "Well, time to get home. And Tim, please close your legs dear." Your mother said. You didn't realize but you actually sat with your legs wide open, giving your father a straight view inside your crotch. You quickly close your legs and look outside, trying not to stare at the bizarre reflection that is you.
When you get outside you jump out of the car, happy to finally be home. You can't believe how happy you feel being away from that stuffy hospital. You're finally home, or at least now.
"So are Tab and David home too?" You ask your parents. You haven't seem them much; they came a couple of times to say hello but not more than that.
"They're already at school Bonnie, it started a week ago." Your mother said making you cringe at the sound of your name. You mom then hushed you inside the house. You quickly pulled your feet out of your heels not wanting to have to wear them any longer than you need to.
"So you collect the stuff you want to take with you and we'll wait for you downstairs. But don't take too much." Your mother warned you.
"Yes mom." You tell her as you hurry upstairs. Entering your room you see it's the exactly the same as you left it those few weeks ago. Your clothes scattered all around, your favorite movie posters and video games hanging on the wall and that musky smell. This is your room alright. Your face then begins to frown as you realize this impossible task you are confronted with. What should you take with you? You eyes immediately stare at your Xbox. That's got to come with you, no matter what. But what else should you take with you?
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