When you first walk into my house to the right is a hallway. There is a door at the end of the hall and two on the side. The first room was my sister's room. The second one is a bathroom and the last room was my brother and mine.
If you didn't turn right and went left you would be in the living room. If you walked through the living room you could go left which was our small kitchen. Or you could go straight to another hallway. The first room, which was on the left, was the laundry room. If you keep walking down the hall to the last room it would be my parent's room.
In my sister's room she had a loft bed which had pink on it. Pink everything on her bed. Her walls were grey. She has a radio and a alarm clock. Their separated. She also has a closet. In my brother and mine room we had a futon for my brother. I had a mattress under his futon. Our room was also grey. Had an alarm clock and a tv.
Our living has a basic brownish tan couch. A smaller tv too. We don't have much room in the kitchen. Especially for storage. Our house may not be perfect but it's home. Home is home. I'm just thankful we have a warm place to sleep and a roof over our heads. I'm thankful for all I have.
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Runaway Kids (Completed)
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