Mom and I were in Tennessee, and we had to stop at a hotel.

We unpacked a few of our things.

And not to brag, but I have muscles since, I'm a tomboy, but I like to write more.

And I hate when people make it seems I'm not strong.

Well, I can pick up 50 lbs of dog food just fine.

Right now I'm in a tank top and shorts and had my short brown hair in a ponytail.

And also carrying a box up the steps to my room. Yeah. In my room, the mom gets her own.

My room is on the top and moms are on the bottom since she hates heights.

And I knocked into somebody.

And my box was knocked and there looked to be a freshman in front of me, I'm a Junior, so no interest.

And Esie is the same age as me.
(A/N: I had to make you older.)

"I'm sorry."

I just ignore him and walked around him.