SUPPRESSION •Complete•

RE-REDECORATING

RE-REDECORATING

When I got off the bus and dragged my tired self home I wasn't surprised to find the house in an uproar. Mom was on a tangent. Peanut was following behind her, barking up a storm.

The broom was on the ground, there was a puddle of water in the kitchen and the vacuum was roaring through the house. If I was sneaky I could I escape to my now furnished room.

I wasn't sneaky. My stomach rumbled and I decided to find some food in the kitchen. I should have just escaped into my room.

Mom: "Freya, your home. Go take Peanut out, he's had to use the bathroom since you left for school."

Me: "..."

Mom: "Now Freya."

I grabbed Peanut's leash from it's hanging spot on the door and hooked it to his collar. Peanut's a small little black dog that's overly excited. He honestly doesn't get out enough.

I hoped down the porch steps. Peanut continued to drag me, but he wasn't getting very far.

The neighborhood we lived in was nice. Well kind of nice. Some lawn were brown and some house looked like junk yards. But other houses looked very nice and well taken care of. The streets had pot holes here and there. The sidewalks were cracked and crumbling, but the neighborhood looked friendly enough.

After a few minutes of mindlessly walking I retraced my steps and head back to my house.

Peanut charged into the house, he started barking at mom like a crazy dog.

Mom: "Hush dog."

Me:"..."

Mom: "Get the dog water."

Me: "..."

Mom: "Peanut, go with Freya."

Peanut bounded over to me as I filled his water dish. He eagerly lapped it up.

I went back to the fridge and grabbed a browning banana. I was suddenly not so hungry.

I trudged up the stairs to my room. It was still pink. My desk and dresser looked wrong. Like they didn't belong in the room. I pulled my nightstand away. And dragged it to the other side of my bed. I like the left side better. I always sleep that way.

I took my dressed and moved it farther away from the window and moved my desk closer to my window. I then ripped all the posters off my wall and shoved them into the small waste basket. I didn't like them anyway.

Staring at my room I noticed something. I was lacking a bookcase. What to do with all my books? It looks like I'm just going to have to re-redecorate.