The room was excactly the same. Not a thing was moved a bit. I had really missed this place, after my mom moved together with her boyfriend, she's been really different. She would never let me dress how I wanted to, and she didn't even let me talk to my dad because he's in a band and that would 'make a bad impression on my personality'.
She was never in my room when we lived here, because she thought it was too 'noisy', whatever that means. I always loved my room, and it has always been hard to get me out of it, because I don't really like socializing.
"I've missed this place." I said to myself before I ran further inside and finally found my old bed. You probably wonder how I could run in the room , well, because my room actually consists of two floors, so it's really big.
I know I say that a lot, but that's because the whole house is 'really big'.
I could hear someone walk into my room. "Hello? Sweetie?" It was my dad. I jumped out of the bed. "Yeah?" I answered and walked downstairs to the first floor in my room. He was standing in the door with ALL my luggage. "Oh, shit, I forgot, sorry." I apologized. My dad just smiled, "You haven't changed a bit." He said before he turned around and left. I let out a little laugh and grabbed all my luggage and brought all the suitcases up to the second floor.
After an hour, I was finally finished putting everything in place. Now my room looked almost excactly like it used to.
