Two
Summer looked around her attic bedroom. It was all they had as all the other rooms were full but they had at least cleaned it and cleared half the room of the stuff that had been up there, put in a bed, wardrobe and chest of drawers and hung a butterfly beaded curtain up to separate the two halves of the attic. Her bed was beneath the window and she had to cross through the 'junk' to get to the stairs down from the attic. Tracy put her suitcase on her bed. "I know it's not the best room in the house or particularly nice but you can paint your half of the attic whatever colour you like and make it your own and it gave us an excuse to sort out the stuff in the attic. We are still chucking things out so for the next three days expect us up here quite bit." She pointed to the junk piled up in a corner of the attic. There was 18 boxes full of stuff. "there will be more room after. When you know what colour you want your room come and tell us and we'll buy the paint, curtains and things you need to sort it out." Tracy continued. She left the girl to it. Summer sat down on her bed. It was big. She might only have half the attic to herself but it was still bigger than some of the bedrooms the others had. She unpacked her stuff, which was neatly folded, and put it in the wardrobe or chest of drawers.
She lay on her bed and thought. "Blue," she murmured. "I think blue walls with purple curtains and bedding will go well together." Just then there was a knock on the door and Carmen popped her head round the door.
"Hey Summer, you alright? What do you think?" Carmen asked sweeping her arm around the room and hitting Summer on her broken rib. Summer gasped in pain. She grabbed her side and felt it tenderly. No extra damage had been done. Carmen apologised and looked at her strangely "there's no need to be overdramatic," she said, "I only tapped you."
Summer shook her head. "It's not that, just I have a broken rib and you just hit it and it's really painful. But other than that I'm fine and I love my room. Its sweet and my own." Carmen bit her lip and opened her mouth to apologise again before Summer cut in, "Don't, it's not your fault. You didn't know about it." Carmen smiled weakly.
"Are you going to come down, everyone's dying to know about you? Where you used to live, why you are here, more about you, you know the basics," Carmen asked. Summer shook her head and followed the enthusiastic girl downstairs.