Its probably your imagination.

Moving in

I open the door, for the first time... the first time i am able to call this my house. i am proud to live here, in this gourgus house. its old, but it looks like an antique. it has a front pourch with a swing an a back yard with big old trees and a white wooden fence all around the yard.

I walk up the stairs, they creek as i walk up them, then i walk down a long hallway. passing 3 doors.... one going into a room with a piano an some nice leather couches and a window overlooking the back yard, and then a bath room, my bathroom, an then going into the 3rd room and seeing my bedroom. its a medium sized room, wooden floors an old wallpaper. i think im going to keep the wallpaper just because i like how it makes the room feel. there is a wall that has a balcony going out on the side of the house so i can seee the front an backyard well also being able to see a lake thats not to far away.

I set up my bedframe and then push it again the wall opposite of the balcony. then i put my desk against the wall where you walk in and my closet is on the other side.

We only moved about 15 minutes away from our last house... so im still going to be going to the same school. Thankfully. my parents are still making trips back an forth to get things from that house. but all my stuff is here because that was the first things we moved, i wanted to get settled in.

I put my clothes in my closet an then look at the time... which has flyed by... i cant believe its almost 1 in the morning that would expalin why i am so tired though.

i decide to go down to the kicthen to get some food. i close my closet door and go down to eat, my options are limited since we dont have much food here. i decied on a bowl of cereal, but then it turned out we didnt have any bowls here yet, so i find a bag of marshmellows and eat those. i hear a noise coming from upstair. a loud banging, so i decied to go back and see what it is. i enter my room and see the door to my balcony is open 'maybe the latch needs replaced?' i say to myself.  after closing that door i turn and see that my closet door is open. 'probably the wind pushed it open' i say dismisivly, then i hear my parents pull up and breathe a sigh of relief. and go back down stairs to help them unload some more things