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Chapter 8 : Fulfilling the Compromise

        We cleaned up our painting area, and Savannah decided to give me a tour of her house. We got in my dad's car, and started driving there.

        "Fair warning," Savannah said, "our house really is a mess. It is hard even to walk into our rooms."

        "How did it even get that messy?" I asked.

        "Well, like I said, I procrastinated with excuses because I was too lazy," said Savannah, "And my mom will not clean our room for us. She believes it is our responsibility. Honestly, I don't care if my room is messy. But I guess my mom does."

         My dad took a right turn at the end of our street, then another right turn. Then he pulled into a driveway. They live only one block away. Why did we have to drive?

        Their house had two stories like mine, and it was a light brown-beige. There was a lot of greenery in the front yard next to the two-car driveway we were in. We got out of the car and I followed everyone to the door. Savannah took a silver key out of her pocket and inserted it into the silver doorknob. She twisted it and opened the door.

        "After you," Savannah said. I walked in, and the first room you see when you walk in is the kitchen, just like my house. The cabinets in their kitchen were white and the floor was a light brown. I followed Savannah and Anna up the stairs. They showed me Anna's room first.

        It's a little smaller than mine. The walls are a light purple and the floor is light brown. A small bed is against the right side of the room.

        I can see what they mean when they said their rooms were messy. There are toys scattered all across the floor, her bed sheets wrinkled on her bed.

        Then they took me to Savannah's room. Her walls were painted brown. Her bed was in the middle of the room, also with wrinkled, unmade sheets.

        "Breanna and I will take my room," Savannah said with a frown.

        I still didn't fullly understand why they were making such a fuss about it. I followed Anna back to her room to get started.

        Anna wasn't like Breanna or Savannah. She was more on the quiet side, and didn't really speak to me unless spoken to. This made me nervous so I decided to speak first.

        We looked at the piles of toys scattered on the floor, her clothes heaped in piles, and then looked at eachother.

        "Where should we start?" I asked.