- John's POV -

You crack open your eyes. You don't even remeber that you fell asleep in the first place. You give an irritated glare at the alarm clock for waking you up at 5:30am.

You groan and roll out of bed. You remember that you don't have to go to school for the rest of the week. You ponder for a moment on the reason why you and your father are moving out so quickly. He probably did something that has to do with baking. You mean, when does it not?

You rub your eyes and walk twords the door. Once you open the white door you see that there are small and large boxed by it. You grogily drag them inside your room and walk out. You head to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You brush your hair and teeth. Well, while you're here, why not take a shower. You quickly strip off your clothes but slowly move your arms out of the shoulder sleeves. You turn the water close to scalding and take off your pants as well. You place the two peices of clothing in the hamper.

After grabbing a towel and a washcloth out of the closet, you step towards the shower. You put your hand underneath the water to check the temperature. You decide that the water is heated to your liking. After tightening your bandages, you step into the shower.

You wash your hair out and scrub your face with your hands. The body soap starts tipping from the ledge and it goes unnoticed. You start humming your favorite song to play on the piano and forcefully shut your eyes.

You grope around to find the shampoo and accidentally knock over the body soap. Your eyes shoot open as it makes a thumping sound on the bottom of the tub. You quickly pick it up before any of the liquid contents start spilling out of the bottle.

This time, instead of shutting your eyes, you look around for a few seconds and grab the shampoo. You take the bottle and squirt some of the contents into your hand. You place the bottle back after closing the lid and feel some of the shampoo run off the side of your hand. You scoop it up and dump Iit into your hair.

You step out of the line of fire from the nozzle of the shower head to make sure the shampoo won't run out before you are done. You scrub the gooey substance into your scalp and spread it out until the liquid turned white, thick, and bubbly.

You move back into the almost scalding water. The bubbles wash out almost instantly but the actual shampoo is still in your hair. You rub your head and try to get out all the remaining shampoo. You succeeded after a few minutes and turn of the water.

You step out and shake some water out of your hair. You step on the shower rug and start whipping off the rest of your body. You quickly succeed and put the towel over your waist. You grab the washcloth and dry your face, arms, and sholders.

Once you feel like you are completely dry, you walk back to your room. The boxes are still there and it seems dad has gone into work while you were in the shower. It seems as though you might have to do all the packing your self. Well, probably not.

You relax your mind and close your eyes. You can feel the breeze starting to get stronger as you start directing it each way. Everything starts moving with the help of the wind. All the harlequin statues are packed, the plants, the things in the study.

You smile as you force the breeze outside. It was always there for you in your times of need and times of goofing around. You rip the towel of your body and start changing your clothes after making sure the curtains where closed. You decide to pick out an outfit that closely mimics your favorite movie star, Nicolas Cage.

You put on some black boxers that have your favorite green slime pattern. The next thing is a pair of dark blue jeans. They seem to have a rip where the knee is, but you don't really care. You grab a black version of your regular green slime shirt and slip it on. You were about to go outside with just that when a breeze notified you that there would be a bit of cold weather outside. So, you decided to put on a dark green jacket.

You opend the curtains and the window in your room. You stepped on the window still and leaned your head outside. Your hair is stil a bit wet so it get cold quickly. You hopped out of the window and quickly called up the wind. The wind lifted you up to the roof of the house.

You smile as you wish away the wind and it completely subsides. You feel your eyes close as the sun starts comming up. Your emotions and worries fade away with the rising sun.

You saw one or two busses leave your street. It looked like they stopped a few times before moving onto the main street.

Your mind crosses on how you are going to tell Dave that you are leaving in such a short time. You grimice at what you think his reaction will be. (Fight me Fine Bros).