The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 12: A Shit Load Of Surprises

Did I say Monday? I meant Sunday since it is the beginning of the week! My story is stuck at 999 views and since I can't tell who reads my story, I'll go by votes and comments. The first person who comments or votes in my story, I'll follow you. This is a thank you for reading this story and also for it reaching 1K!

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

Oscar Wilde

"Are you ready to see our brand new apartment?" Peyton nodded her head eagerly while readjusting her backpack strap. I gave her an excited smile before opening other door to our humble abode.

Plop!

That, my dear readers, was the sound of my sister's backpack dropping to the ground as she stared at the apartment in shock. Let me inform you as to exactly why my baby sis is staring at the apartment in a state of astonishment and shock.

When you enter the doorway, you're able to see what the apartment has to offer. Look on the left and you are introduced to our very own entertainment system. All sitting on a black shelf attached to an equally black wall, lies a white plasma flat screen television. A DVD player that can play any type of movie or whatever you want to indulge yourself in, lies on the left of the TV. On the right is our very own gaming system, I'll let you guys imagine what type of system it is exactly. I don't want a war of which system is better than the other on my hands, those can get nasty.

Below the shelf is a fireplace that actually works and isn't there for only show. I mean seriously what's the fucking point of buying a fireplace that doesn't work? Anyway, a couple of feet away from the fireplace is an all black coffee table made completely out of wood. Further down is the white sofa that is made of leather. Lying on both sides of the sofa are too small glass tables , the legs are made of silver while two of the levels are made of glass.

When you turn to your right the kitchen is what you see. Everything is made of steel, except for the cabinets which were a deep gray color. A silver island is placed in the middle of the kitchen with three silver stools on each side.

The color of the walls in the entire apartment are either black, gray, white, or a combination of both. The living room was a combo of white and black while the kitchen was simply gray.

"Come on, I'll show you the rest of it." Peyton dumbly border her head while looking at the balcony above us.

There was a doorway in the living room that went left and right. One lead up to the balcony inside of the apartment while the other leads to the bedrooms. The balcony big enough to be a room, but I decided to put all of my workout equipment and such in there instead. Instead of going up all of the stairs, I simply pointed at the right of me which was the path to the balcony and informed Peyton:

"This leads to the workout room, you can check that out later if you want to break a sweat."

Peyton let out an unflattering snort."Yeah, cause I actually want to die of dehydration, no thank you. I think that I can live without your little workout room." Peyton waved me off while laughing ironically.

"Someone's gonna be on the next Biggest Loser."

"Damn right, and I'll look sexy doin' it. Lead me to the rest of our new home." She ordered me.

I let out a sigh and directed us to the left. The walls were white while the doors were black. There were three doors on each wall. Two were Peyton and I's bedrooms. One was a guestroom while two were bathrooms. The last room was a sort of relaxation room where we could do our homework or study. There was a desktop computer with a working printer. There was also a bookshelf that had all a variety of genre for both of us to read since we both like to read a book now and then.