It takes a move to find out how much stuff one truly has and unfortunately she had to learn that the hard way. Violet tried her best to only pack the necessary things she would need for her first weeks at Mount Phoenix. She never imagined it to eventually tower over her admittedly small frame. The pile of boxes, bags, and backpacks that were being pulled out of the taxi made her question how she ever managed to fit it all in the first place. She knew a lot of it was clothes and precious trinkets, but in hindsight, she maybe didn’t need all of it. Her knees felt weak when she pulled out the heavy bucket of paint out of the trunk and thanked the driver for his help as he muttered a rushed ‘Bye’ and drove off.
Feelings of regret bubbled inside of her as she turned to the pillar of her belongings. ‘Why didn’t I leave more things behind?’ It wasn’t like it would get lost or thrown out. It would only be a little less accessible for her. So did she really require all of her hair clips, vases, all of her houseplants—even the big ones? Perhaps not, but to be fair, now that she was already here, it didn’t really matter either.
A strange mixture of excitement, worry, and joy now dominated her thoughts. Was this the right move? Would she be able to find what she is looking for here? How fast would she make friends? Wouldn’t it be exciting to meet new people and learn more about her heritage and find others that are just like her? Would they like her? What if she would find her?
Her gaze lifted upwards as realization finally hit her and she properly looked at the building she was standing in front of. “Magical.” The words were a mere whisper, said to nobody in particular. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘this is perfect.’ It took her a bit but she eventually found her apartment and squealed in glee when she looked around and saw how beautiful everything looked. The view, the furniture, the bed. It was much more than she had hoped to find and as if the mere look of gave her energy, she ran back out again to grab even more boxes.
To be fair, she knew as soon as she heaved the bulky bag onto the already large box that it would be more than she could carry, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Her eyes were glued to the unsteady bag atop that was only an unfortunate gust of wind away from slipping. Arms, not fit to carry this much, leaned the carton against her own body and legs wobbly from the weight took small, sideways steps. Violet wanted to be able to see where she was going and minimize the risk of the bag toppling over forwards. But as it turns out, she was too preoccupied with keeping her balance to watch the path ahead. So much so, that she didn’t even register anybody walking in her vicinity until it was much too late.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry—I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry.” she turned to look at the unfortunate soul she ran into, not realizing that brushes and painting trays were scattered on the surrounding ground. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized again, not really sure what else she could say at the moment. “Are you okay?”
