Arrival

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So we already got off the plane and loaded the jeep. Its time to go to the new house. Mom told me it was built just last year. Also it is a two story house, so I get to have a bedroom up stairs.

Once we got to the house it was a perfect white. It had columns and big windows. It almost seem perfect. We got to the door and I was the first there, first to unlock it, and first inside. The first room was the living room. It was very white. I went to the next room, and it was the kitchen. There was a island and beautiful black marble counter tops with black cabinets. The next room wasn't really a room it was a very wide hall way. At the end was a stair case so I began to climb it. Once I got to the top I saw another hall way and I started opening doors. The first door was white like the rest. It was a bathroom with a huge tub. The next room was a bedroom with a window seat. Probably my room. The next was another bedroom, yet it was bigger than the last one. The master bedroom, so my Mom's room.

"Marrissa come down stairs, and help me unload."my mom yelling to me.

"Coming."I replied. I ran down the stairs and out the door. My mom was right there and loaded me with two boxes. I read the labels. My room. "Can I go start unpacking?"

"As soon as you take these last three boxes to your room. They are yours."my mom said.

I ran into the house dropping the boxes in my room and racing down stairs for the last three. One big box, and two little. How hard could this be? I got up stairs almost tripping over the last step, and noticed a gigantic box sitting against the wall. I didn't bring it up here so it must have been my mom. Or the movers.
I tore it open like it was paper. It was a bunch of wood, so I pulled out the directions and started to get to work.

It turned out to be a bunk bed with a desk under it. My mom had just wheeled in a new rolling desk chair. "Have you seen the new... Well I guess you already finished building it."She was just as surprised as I was.

"Yep." I said. I didn't want to brag.

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