Beck:
As I emerged from my bedroom to head off breakfast, I saw the door. Memories stopped me in my tracks. The white door looked the same as mine and my parents, but it wasn't. I had done this a million times, but I had to do it once again. My hand tensed as I opened the silver door knob, and there it was.
The walls were still a pretty purple, but they wouldn't be for long. The cans of pale blue paint awaited my parents to repaint. Part of the paint had already been taken down as tape had been taken off when Artemis took down all of her posters. A bare glass desk now only held a small TV in the corner. The soft grey rug that used to warm my toes was rolled up in the closet. A crème comforter had replaced Artemis's old multicolored striped duvet. A light brown teddy bear sat atop matching pillow cases. The closet door was open to where you could see the contents of empty hangers, a pair of silky PJ's, a small black dress with little wirey decals, a kid sized puffy grey dress, and Artemis's prom dress all in plastic wrap. The white chestier drawers also held clothes Artemis kept incase she was forced to come home or something. The window leading to the fire escape that we used to climb out on was closed tightly. In a few days, everything I used to know this room to be will be gone.
"Morning, Kiddo," Artemis ruffled my hair as she walked out of her bedroom in her usual grey button-up blouse tucked into a grey plaid skirt with a pair of grey converse as she wasn't allowed to wear combat boots in school again. Her long curls were pulled up in a high ponytail. The room behind her was exactly like I remember. A bunch of pictures of all her friends and so were hanging on the wall along with a bunch of posters. Artemis's comforter was neatly hanging on the bed along with a bunch of books.
"Beckendorf, get down here. We'll be late!" Mom yelled. I shouldered my blue backpack and ran down stairs. Dad seemed to have already left for work, and Mom was dressed for work. Her long blonde hair was down and looking particularly 'Taylor Swifty'. She finished buttoning up her black blazer that matched her black slacks before she looked at me.
"We're late, Sweetie. Come on," Mom rushed me out the door.
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"Hey, Beck," Kat smiled. I smiled, too, and I tried not to notice as her cheeks turned a cute shade of red. Her brown hair had been curled to have ringlets that reminded me of my mom's hair this morning.
"Morning, Kat," I sat down in the desk next to her. I looked down at the drawing she continued to doodle in her black notebook. It took me a second, but I realized she was drawing the aquarium in the classroom.
"Wow, you're a really good drawer," I smiled. Katrina just blushed again and mumbled a 'Not really'.
I know it is short, but I realized I forgot to write in Beck's POV. Also, I have a bit of writers block with this. It'll be a while until I update. Sorry.