Medival Love 2- Part 1

3 years later, when all was well in the world, Spongella sat attop the treehouse, packing her things. Her eyes were watery, and her hair was a disaster. Every box that she stacked she also said a swear or a phrase. Her shirt was in an elastic band at the top so that her belly button and showed a tiny bit more. Spongella's jeans were ripped and written on with a lot of different colored Sharpies. Her style right now was just terrible, and Cheerol could bare to watch it expand. After about a week, Cheerol sat on the pile of boxes and swung her feet casually. Her blonde hair was perfect, and so was her dress and shoes. Hellekee climbed up the steps and stood to the side of the boxes and put his hand on one of her shoulders. Spongella stood up and turned them, and sniffed. "That's it, everything's ready. Make the ramp". Hellekee nodded quietly and pulled out his wand and muttered something quietly. A ramp appeared that was slanted down so much. At the end where the ramp was suppose to be was Manty and Jeana, ready to load the boxes onto a cart. "Let's do this", Cheerol said quietly, and she hopped off and started pushing the boxes one by one down the ramp. 15 minutes later Spongella got so impatient that she just took all the boxes and shoved them. They all smacked into each other, collided, and fell off the sides of the ramps. Some made it down the ramp perfectly. When the boxes hit the bottom there was a loud smash and the braking of glass. Cheerol looked at her, and before she could even grab her, Cheerol slid down the ramp. Hellekee sighed, and said "I got to go", and slid down after her. As she stared off into the night, hammering down the treehouse, and getting the last things down by herself, she thought long and hard.
Life could go on, but then it couldn't. She decided she would disguise herself. Forever, and as long as she could. Without taking the last things, she slid down the ramp.
And headed east.
Where she shouldn't have.