Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 2

when I woke up I was falling to the ground. When I hit the ground Sam was trying his hardest not to laugh. I gave him the evilest eye I could manage and brushed my pants free of the desert dust. My left leg hurt from twisting on the concrete, but I could still walk normally. Now that I was awake, I attempted to trip him hoping his box would fall. Unfortunately her managed to gain his balance back.
I grabbed one of my bigger boxes and walked inside. The entrance opened into a small foyer like space. In three short steps. I stood at the exit and stared at a living room, it had long couches, a glass table in the middle, a huge flat screen television, and small glass coffee tables one each side of the couches. Roses sitting in glass vases were on each table. Finally a beige carpet filled the floor. Someone hand touched my shoulder causing me to jump in surprise. I almost dropped my box by turning around quickly.
“I already have everything set up. You should go check out you're room.” I gave my mom a confused look. She responded by pointing down a long hallway.
“Okay,” I walked down the hallway, backing up halfway there to check out the kitchen.
The kitchen was big enough to run laps around. There were shiny tan granite counters, and a small island was in the middle. Lots of brown stained, wooden, cabinets and drawers, a huge pantry, dishwasher, and a nice refrigerator with an ice and water dispenser took up the edges and storage of the kitchen. I walked upstairs, after admiring the wooden dining table, stepping into the largest room I ever saw. I shut the wooden door with my foot, set my cardboard box on my queen sized bed, and started the touring of my room.
Four window two on the back wall next to my bed that led to the side yard, and one leader out front and the other out back, set the lighting in my room. A lamp was placed by a large desk that was next to my bed, a large dresser sat at the right side of my bed. Smaller drawers were attached at the front side against the wall. I sat next to my door admiring the fact that this was my room.
I unpacked the box of swords and electronics. I am a sword collector and took many lessons from professionals on how to fight with them. I am also an artist in digital, traditional, and media.
My computer, a mac, was set up on my desk with and old medieval dagger aged dagger that was gold plated silver blade with a steel hilt. The dagger, that was locked in a separate glass box only I had the key and code to open. The rest of my twenty or so swords, thirteen daggers, and five old axes were placed neatly in a glass display case. The case was then locked with my key and a six number code.
My floor was covered with q short beige carpet. Matching the color of my walls. The curtains were a dark tan meant to hold in the heat during the winter and trap the cold during the summer. I turned around and walked into the huge walk in closet, that I knew I wouldn't fill, and also checked out the huge master bathroom ten people could comfortable stand in.
I walked out, suddenly tired, and plopped down on my bed. I know I slept on some of the way here, but for six days I haven't gotten a strait full night sleep. We had dinner on the way here so a small nap shouldn't hurt my schedule. I was utterly exhausted

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