Hey. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School just started and you know what that's like. Anyways, here is chapter two. I hope you like it!
After about five hours of driving, we finally got to our new house. It was a smallish light blue house, the lawn was dead, and the garage was so big, you could fit three elephants in it.
"Well, here we go." Mom said, pulling into the driveway, "Home, sweet home."
"For now, anyway." I mumbled under my breath.
"What'd you say, sweetie?" Mom asked a little confused.
"Nothing. I'm gonna go look around, if you don't mind." I said, grabbing the keys out of the ignition, finding the key that goes to the new house, and walking up to the door. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it. Opening the door, I found that it led into a little hallway. The first room on the left was the family room. In the family room the walls had wood paneling with tan-ish carpet, and there was a small couch, an old looking T.V. an armchair, and a wooden coffee table.
Right across the hallway was the kitchen. It looked a little old, too, but I thought it was nice. It had everything I thought would be necessary for all my food needs. A refrigerator, a stove, a sink, counters, and a microwave. There was also a little table, one that you just fold out, with four chairs around it. The walls were painted white with bright pink stripes, and the floor was linoleum.
I left the kitchen and walked down the hall to the next room, which was a bedroom. Well, it looked more like a closet then a bedroom, it was so small. The walls were painted white and the carpet was a poo green. There was a small bed, smaller then the bed I had at my old house, a dresser, a few shelfs, and no closet. Maybe I really am going to have to live in a closet, I thought to myself.
After looking at the bedroom, I moved onto the bathroom, which was next in line for the grand tour. The bathroom was even smaller then the closet of a room a just came out of. The walls were tiled with old, molding tiles, as was the floor. The toilet was, well, a toilet, the sink was freakishly tiny, and there was no shower, just a tub. I hated Mom for bringing me here to live in this dump.
I left the bathroom and went to the room at the end of the hall. It was another bedroom, but this one was bigger. Way bigger. Even bigger then the living room. the walls were painted a dark gray color and the floor was made of wood, with a few throw rugs around the room. There was a nice queen size bed, a big mirror area, and double doors that I thought must be the closet. I walked over to the doors and pulled them open. Behind them was a closet the size of the other room. Oh, my gosh. The other room is a closet, I thought. Mom's gonna make me live in a closet!
With disbelief and anger, I walk out of the room to go fine my mom. She was outside on the lawn, telling the movers were to put the boxes.
"I'm not living in the stupid little closet. I don't care what you say. It's not fair that you get that big, luxurious room and I get a room just big enough to fit a hamster." I said.
"You don't have a room just big enough to fit a hamster. It's a lot bigger then that." My mom said matter-of-factly. I just stomped my foot and walked away, heading toward the garage. That was one of the few places in the house, or near it, I haven't seen.
I walked into the garage and it was so amazing I thought to myself, This would be the bast bedroom in the world. And then I started thinking real hard. What if Mom would let me live in here instead of that closet. But what I really needed to know is if mom would let me.
So running out of the garage like I just saw the biggest spider in the world. I ran to my mom who was still out on the lawn. "Hey, Mom?" I asked when I got to her. "Can I live in the garage instead?"
"No." Was her reply.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to go through the trouble of moving everything out of your room into the garage."
"What if I do it myself?" I tried to compromise.
"You wouldn't be able to lift a single chair by yourself."
"Then I'll make friends and get them to help me. Please, Mom? I promise I'll be good and follow whatever rules you give me and everything." I got down on my knees pleading. "Please! I'm begging on my knees!"
"Fine." She gave up. "But you have to have ay least two friends, or the deal is off. You got that?"
"Got it!" I said. "Oh, and can I paint the walls, too?"
"As long as it's not a scary color. You have to Okay it with me before you start painting." She called after me as I ran to get an idea of what I was going to do to the garage.
"Okay. Will do, Mom!" I called back over my shoulder. And that's how I spent the rest of the day. Planing out my room.
