Or don't. Whatever. [spoiler]The Room It was a rainy day. Not one of those “doom and gloom, everybody stay inside” rainy days, but one of those rainy days where it’s been dry for six months, and all the children are out to play. Well, all the children but me, that is. I was jealously looking out at the others from the window in my room. It was a second story room though, so I doubt they are looking back. I guess that’s a good thing though, I mean whenever somebody sees me they give me this strange look, and awkwardly walk past, trying to look at me as little as possible. Do I really look that bad? Have I always looked that bad? Well, I don’t dwell on it much because I’m in my room most of the time anyways. I hate this room. My mom and dad say that I should be thankful for it because it has a window. Yeah, they said I should be thankful that I have a window. I shouldn’t be thankful for it, every kid should have a window in their room! But maybe adults’ rooms don’t have windows in them, and that’s why they keep saying I should be thankful. Huh, I’ve never thought of it that way. But I keep getting off topic, back to the room! I hate it. Have I said that? Yes? Well I can’t stress enough how much I hate it. It’s got four walls (five if you count where the door is) all painted the same, boring, bland white. Obviously whoever painted it tried at least, because the walls are textured. I guess you have to give them credit for that. Also there’s this smell. I don’t know what it is though, all I know is that I don’t like it. It’s not sour, but it’s not sweet either. Nor is it bitter, like alcohol. It’s like this mild mix of sour and bitter, with a hint of sweet. I can’t seem to find the source of it though, at least in my room. I don’t care where else it is, but this is my room, I should be able to not have some sort of weird smelling air freshener smell if I don’t want it, shouldn’t I? As if those two weren’t enough, there was this annoying sound. I can’t put my finger on what the sound was, but it was always there. I learned to tune it out eventually of course, but when I do notice it, it is so annoying! You don’t even know. Those to problems are innate to the room however, for all I know those problems were like that before I got there. But it wasn’t just those things that were wrong with the room. Take the decoration. There were all these banners, staring me in the face. I didn’t even put the banners up, or see them get put up. I mean come on, who puts banners in some kid’s room without even asking them! I’m not able to reach them to get ‘em down though, and I don’t feel comfortable asking my mom or dad to do it though, so I just let the banners be. Also there were wires and other electronic things next to my bed. It literally looks like people would just dump their techno junk next to my bed. It wasn’t worth my energy to pick it up though, and mom and dad refused to move all of it, so once again I just had to roll with the punches. And there was this nightstand next to my bed. I don’t like that either. It has this stupid picture of my family and me smiling after a hike. Like just about everything else in this stupid room, it looks like it’s staring me in the face. Even when I turn it around, my parents turn it back around when I’m asleep, as if they think I turned it around by accident, or knocked it over with a misplaced stretch. I haven’t asked them to take it though, as obviously it’s important to them in some way. But hey, at least I can fix that one when nobody is looking right? What I think the worst thing about my room is though, is how lonely it is. Even though more people walk by more door every day than people go to Mecca in a year, it still gets really lonely. Of course every day there’s my parents, but they don’t really count. I want to get a dog, but my parents wont let me. They tell me that it would require a lot of caring, time and energy, which I don’t have right now. I asked them if they could take care of it, but they said their current stress levels were just to high to take care of an animal right now. On to the other part of the loneliness that haunts this stupid room, my friends. When I first got this room I had friends coming over every other day. They didn’t do that look I told you about though, so obviously it must be perceived ugliness, to which they were immune. They would come over, and we would play in my room, sometimes running into the halls, but mostly staying inside of the room. But as I left my room less and less, they too started coming over less and less. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t feel like playing less, if their parents couldn’t bring them over as often, or if because they didn’t want to come by anymore. All that matters in the end is that they don’t come over. I keep getting force fed by my parents that everything will be great. They keep saying that everything will be good again, and that the sun will come out from behind the clouds before you know it. But looking both out and inside, I can say that that isn’t likely to happen all to soon. My parents know that as well I can see. My mother and father are oftentimes crying. It’s like they always just found out they’re best friend died. It’s just annoying to be honest! I don’t know if they’re crying about me, but if they are, they should stop. My situation may suck, but it’s not all too bad. And even if they think it is, I don’t want them crying over me! I hate this room. I hate this room more than you could possibly fathom. I wan’t to go outside. I want to run, I want to feel pavement on my bare feet. But I don’t think I could, especially not under this weather. I’m just so, tired. I always have a headache. I just want to take a nap. A long nap. I just don’t feel like dealing with the smell, the loneliness, my parents, and more than anything this stupid room anymore! I just want to go to sleep. And that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to ignore all of their advice. Do the exact opposite of what they tell me. I’m going to take a good, long nap. And so I close my eyes. THE END[/spoiler] Now, it has multiple tense changes and minor grammar mistakes, I know. Not talking about those. I mean the story as a whole.