"Layla Grace Holloway clean up this pigstye at once!"
That was my mother and as you can probably guess I'm Layla. The pigstye? That's my room. It could take forever to sort out, don't get me wrong it's not that bad or anything. However I do live in the Holloway mansion so none of the rooms are exactly small. I wish my home was like the mansions you see on TV. Unfortunately there are no trap doors or anything. Well that was what I thought until about twenty minutes ago. So I'm actually doing as I'm told for once ( what 16 year old actually listens to thier parents?). Then I notice that my rug is disgusting so I dragged the deceivingly heavy object to my balcony and hung it on the rail. Just as luck would have it though, it fell off crushing one of my mum's flower beds. Oops. So I'm now in a massive amount of trouble for that one. As I go to leave the room my foot catches in a dip where my rug was. My rug has been hiding a trap door of all things. It takes me three attempts to open it as it is pretty much stuck. Now I'm standing staring into the dark hole in my floor wondering what I'll find. I have to explore the darkness below. So I descend in to the dark. BANG! Great the door has just dropped closed I'm trapped.
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Behind the door
Non-FictionLayla lives in a mansion and knows all the knocks and crannies. or so she thought. A mystery door and a whole new side of the house lead to adventures of love and new beliefs. (This is an original story)
