Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Draft from last week.

Once again, sent upstairs. Once again, sent away. Once again, sent to clean.

I flick the bright light on as I realize the storm clouds hovering above my house make the cluttered room far too dark to walk in, let alone clean. "Ugh," I think to myself. "This room is ridiculous. What tornado came into my room with a heavy case of revenge on their mind?" I looked around that over-crowded room and I couldn't believe I had managed to live like this for over a week.
The piles of homework scattered on the musty carpet, dust coating my bookshelves like a warm, wool blanket, and the trash bin overflowing with heaps of crumpled yellow paper, old apple cores, and moldy candy wrappers.

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