The day after, as soon as we awake we start packing up our things in boxes provided by the teachers yesterday. It’s sad to see our room slowly get stripped of everything that made it feel like home.
“Is that everything?” Anastacia asks after she closed the last box and put our names in it.
“I think so” Cyla says as she looks around the room.
I can see she is starting to get emotional.
“Remember, girls” I tell them, trying to raise the mood. “It’s just temporary. We’ll be back to this room before we know it”
“Yeah, you’re right” Cyla says, trying to smile, but I see her wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
“We should go take these boxes before we get late” Olivia says. “We don’t want them to leave without us”
Anastacia and Cyla nod as they grab some boxes and head out the room, foll
