Once we received our bags, we were to place our belongings inside of it, filling the space of the bag until it reached the brim no more could fit. I scoured my entire room looking for anything that I could still keep, my deck of cards laid flat on my burrow next to my bed along with a brown wallet with a bit of cash.

My bag was half full of personal belongings I cherished throughout the years that I've kept them — captivated either from in my closet or under my bed. My orange hoodie hung from my bed frame post. It was tattered and weathered throughout the years, as I picked it up, it smelled like buttered popcorn and cigarette smoke. Placing it on refreshed old memories, it soothed me with its warmth and familiar scent.

I dragged the bag behind me as it got heavier and heavier; my shoulders began to ache as my muscles throbbed in pain. I dropped the bag readjusting my socket, "Big brother stop slacking off, mother wants this done pronto!!"

Stephanie said from outside my room, standing in the middle of the door frame and my bedroom. " I might've pulled a muscle, give me a break, will ya?" Stephanie handed me yet another black bag, "fill this up, and no breaks!!" I stuck my tongue out at her, "you're not the boss of me!" 

I continued to go around my room with a brand new black bag in hand, scavenging my room. Two bags were filled entirely with all of the belongings I owned, especially my special purple kit. Where I kept bandages and my tiny journal.

My room was left barren and deserted after being deep cleaned for 2 hours. All that was left was the bed and the empty closet.