his pale, ivory face with deep-set brown eyes. Ripped Umbros and my faded Pearl Jam tee shirt completed the goofy look that my brother's lanky figure had always worn so well.Things were finally starting to move along. I was frantically throwing last minute items into half-full cardboard boxes. I would sort it out when I got into the apartment my apartment. In the middle of a trip down the stairs, the doorbell rang. I skipped the last few steps, dropped the box, and opened the door to find my best friend Laren and a group of my scraggly friends standing behind her. It was already 10:30am! The group stood motionless, heads bobbing, with the same decaffeinated look on their faces my brother had had. Laren's burgundy and purple hair was pulled back into a ponytail with the shorter strands escaping. Her baggy T-shirt and pants were cute; very little of her fashionable Adidas shoes ever got dirt on them because the cuffs on her pants dragged on the ground. One of her best features were her ocean-deep blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes. She had a great figure, but no one would ever really know because it was hidden behind clothes that never quite fit right. She and I had been friends for five years. I was probably the only one at my school who knew that she had not always dressed this way. In fact, when she came to my school from Kirkwood, she dressed much like I did: normal T-shirts and normal size jeans, nothing too fashionable to set me apart from the rest of the kids. "Heyyyy girlfriend!!! Take a picture, Cameron. This is our first day of freedom. It's a Kodak moment." She yelled, grabbing me for a fierce hug, a grin lighting her face. She handed the disposable camera to a guy who looked like he could barely find his own hands at this early hour. Cameron's hair was long and unkempt, but he did have a face most girls adored. "Are you ready, Laura? The U-Haul should be about five minutes away. David's driving it. D...
