o a smooth tile instead of a carpet. I walk into the kitchen and am surprised to find a stainless steel refrigerator, sink, and stove. Around the stainless

ining room. Creme is still the color of choice but the floor changes back to its white carpet. The dining room

nd open the door on the left. I am met with an empty garage that smells like gasoline and is filled with dust. I close that door and walk to the end of the hallway, which is on

here is an open hallway that looked down to the foyer. Making a left, I walk into what must be the master bedroom. It is huge. In the bedroom, there are two more rooms. Opening them up I find a

and walk into my room. My attitude immediately changes. This room is huge. Not as big as my parent's room, but certainly bigger than my last room. Sadly, like my parent's room, it's creme colored with white carp

es!" I

d you go?" My mom yells f

" I yell back, still

nstairs and get the stuff for your ro

's still a pain in the ass. I walk out of my closet, ou

e boxes that have your name on

ay. He continues lik

The tall, rectangular boxes have your bed, desk, dresser, and nightstand in pieces. That big, rectangular box has y

my room to place the box in the middle of my empty room. Walking back downstairs, I pick up ano

, I return downstairs to try and haul my mattress to m

y dad asks, coming

" I sigh

ake our mattress out. Would've been a lot easier." He says opening t

lp?" I ask h

t?" He asks mockingly. I roll my eyes and scoff at him, bu

of it and hoists it up putting his hands underneath the matt

m going up the stairs. Once we are upstairs, he walks backwar

t it down. Preferably not on a box." Dad look