fifteen
I grab a fistful of shirts from my messy drawer, not even bothering to check what they look like. I would much rather be watching TV or doing something on my laptop, instead of packing for my stay at Trystan's. I'd kind of left it for the last minute considering school ended today and I was heading to his tomorrow, but I was trying to avoid it.
Well, more like my stay at his family's house. They wouldn't even be home for the holidays, so I'll be staying god knows where in the UK.
I groan in frustration when the shoes I pile on top of the already over stuffed suitcase fall off, unable to stay in. I had a bad habit of over packing, but I never let a suitcase win a fight over the amount of clothes I pack.
I pull the cover off the suitcase over the things, attempting to press it do
