Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 22:23:17 GMT
to start again
and i said it's not too late
With a final push, Ripley slid her final box off of the moving truck. Of course, the challenge of getting the boxes into the house was still present, but for now, she was glad to have gotten them off of the truck. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she sat down on the edge of the tailgate, resting back on her hands and looking at the massive stack of boxes and a mattress set that lay before her. This was such a drastic change for her. Moving all the way from her little town outside Nashville, all the way to LA?! It was insane! The culture was already different. Driving through the traffic, she realized just how inexperienced of a driver she was. Recalling a small sedan swerving in front of her, Ripley winced. Hopefully, she wouldn't be heading into that part of the city again. Ripley rolled her sleeves up to her shoulders, cursing herself for wearing her flannel on a day like this. It was so hot, and she should have known better. She was too focused on looking presentable that she completely ignored the weather, and she sighed angrily at herself. Peeling the flannel from her skin, Ripley exposed her black undershirt, not caring at this point. The sun was getting hotter as the day grew longer, and she found relief in removing the damp flannel from her skin. Alright. Let's get this started. Ripley cracked her knuckles, eyes falling on a particularly large box among the others. Better start with the bigger ones, right? Approaching it, Ripley knelt down, grasping it with slippery fingers. As she lifted, her back seized up, resisting her movement. The box jerked, slipping from her hands and spilling onto the sidewalk before her. Dammit! Ripley grunted, looking over all the clothes that had spilled out. She should have taped the boxes better. Angrily, she leaned down, picking up each piece of clothing and throwing it into her arm, which was now curled up to create a sort of clothes hamper. |
