Under my bed, it smelled like old, sweaty socks, which reminded me of my friends already on the playground basketball courts. I wanted to be there, playing basketball with them. But I knew that wouldn't be possible. I was practically swimming in dirty clothes and old toys. My room would take decades to clean. I couldn't even shove anything under my bed because of how much of a wreck it was. My face was red with anger, and my back hurt with the amount of cleaning I'd already done.
The vent eventually turns on, filling in the silence and blowing my long hair into my face as well as the dirty sock smell.
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Seven Different Short Stories
RandomThese are just like the original shorts I publish, I just decided to put seven short ones into the same book! Enjoy, lovelies! Xoxo <333 Echo, Homework Stress, Raindrops, Missing Out, New Neighborhood, Death Metal, & Mahō No Ki
