After I finish cleaning my new room I start hanging band posters and some of my drawings. After that I start making my bed and setting up my dresser, nightstand, and desk.

I go into the kitchen and grab an apple. "Hey mom, do you need some help with unpacking?"

"That'd be great Jade. How about you clean and I'll put things away?" I nod and get started with cleaning. I finish two hours later and start helping my mom unpack.

"Where are we going to put all these boxes mom?" I ask her once we finish.

"In the attic of course. Oh and since this is a four bedroom house you can have that art room you've always been asking for." I squeal and hug her tightly.

"Thank you so much mom. I'll go put the boxes up in the attic and then I'm going to take a nap." She nods and picks up the boxes around us. I put the boxes in a pile in the hallway where the attic is and get the boxes from my room and bathroom.

I open the door to the attic and pull the ladder down. Some dust falls out and I cough a little. One by one I bring the stacks of boxes up into the attic, ignoring the shiver I get as I enter and the feeling of someone watching me.

When I finish I put the ladder back and close the door. "Mom I'm taking a nap now!" I shout down to her. She yells back an ok and I go into my newly decorated room and fall asleep. Jet lag and five hours of cleaning wipe a person out.