Angie

Erika and the new "sweet" home.

" Erika! Can you carry that luggage out?" Yelled Erika's mother from across the room, Erika stood in the middle of the living room as her brown eyes glanced around the room for the last time, the corner of her lips curled into a sudden smile before the ten year old turned around to grab the handle of the said bag. She began to walk out of the old apartment, before she walked out the door; Erika tilted her head slightly to the right to face towards the room her mom was located parting her pink pale lips