Read I'm.. SCARED :: New Home! ep.1 (rewritten, NEW READERS READ DESC)

I sigh, and get out of my car. I stretch, after 6 hours cramped in a car.. I've made it to my destination. My new home! I've only seen it online through pictures, so lets hope its looks as good as it does in the photos. Walking into my new home, I'm already in awe. I can't believe I could afford something like this! I go up to what will be my new bedroom, and I can already see where I'll put what. I feel a burst of motivation, and decide its time to unload the boxes. I go back outside, and feel the warmth of the sun wrap around me. Before starting I probably should call Mirabet. She promised she'd help me unpack ever since I said I'd be moving here. I grab my phone from my pocket, and dial her number. It takes about 2-3 rings before she answers "Hey! Sup, Zir?". I just sigh, annoyed by the nickname she had called me since kindergarden.. It got old fast. "Hey, I just got here, mind helping me unpack?". It takes a few seconds before I hear an answer. "Sure" thats all I hear, then she hangs up. Geez, won't even say how long it'll take till she get here, very considerate. I start moving a few boxes when I see a white Convertible pull up. "Finally! You got a hair tie?" I walk over to Mirabet, holding out my hand, as if asking for something. All I here is a small laugh, then Mirabet stepping out of her car, holding two hair ties "I knew you'd forget, so you're welcome.". I gladly take the hair tie, and of course do what you'd do with a hair tie, and tie up my hair.

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A few hours of working, and everything seems to be unloaded. Mirabet, who'd given up moving boxes, was now sitting in her car, sipping the coffee she'd just gotten. I sigh, what was the reason of asking her to help if we wasn't going to do anything? I start digging through the boxes, looking for where my clothing were stored in. Finally finding where they were, I pick the first box of clothing up, and start bringing it in my room. After sorting all the boxes in their rightful places, I choose its time to relax for a bit.. Or thats what Mirabet decided after digging through my boxes of clothing, finding a emerald green cocktail dress. I sighed, but knowing Mirabet.. There was no way of talking myself out of this one. So I reluctantly agreed, and went into my closet to change. I hadn't seen any picutres of the closet in here, and it didn't look half bad, did need a little bit of work, but I can deal for now. I change into the dress, and walk out. "Alright! You look amazing, now we need to stop by my place so I can change!" Mirabet has this chipper voice thats just- recognizable. I just nod my head, and go in the passenger seat. At Mirabet's house, we walk in, and I just sit on the couch, waiting for Mirabet to come out. After finally coming out, she's wearing this baby pink dress, with a slit on the side of her left thigh. "Damn! Do a twirl, girl!" I'm always up to hype my friend. Mirabet does a twril, after a laugh of two, we head back into car, and start heading to a little club that Mirabet had always be boasting about. After about 15 minutes.. We'd arrived.