As soon as Lily Teller got home from school, she was met with piles of boxes everywhere. In the living room, the kitchen, the hall. In the midst of it was her mom, packing up the toys scattered on the floor, with her baby sister, Tara, peeking out of an empty box. Soon, Tara was running to the door to greet her sister
Lily set her binder on her desk lazily and sat in her chair. She crossed her arms on top of it and nestled her head on top of them, face down.
"What's wrong, Lily?" came her best friend, Clara's voice beside her. Lily lifted her head to look at Clara with a frown on her face.
"I'm moving tomorrow," she huffed, scowling now.