Do I dare enter? The entrance is blocked. I can't see in. I don't know what to expect. One can only imagine...
A tornado occurred recently, resulting in absolute destruction. Crusty foodstuffs now paper the walls in an almost patterned fashion, instead of the customary paint. An overturned, ripped, chair lies in pieces near the corner, a definate hazard. Various blankets, pillows and covers pile the floor. Who knows what lurks underneath? Pens, pencils and other sharp objects stick up from the ground. A small garbage can overflows with old yellowed paper, rotting food remains, decaying band-aids, discarded clothing and broken hangers. Many other pieces of trash are located all around, wherever the tornado decided to carelessly drop them. Crushed makeup and glitter from ancient art projects hang in the air, choking any inhabitants of this shunned place. Broken high heels and shoes litter the ground. An explosion of messy color blinds anyone who attempts looking at any of the several mountanous piles of clothes located all around. Random trinkets and tchockies sit atop a mantle-like dresser, ruling this black hole. No one has ever reported reaching the end of this bottomless pit.
Ugh. I sigh and just open the door. After all, it's only my bedroom...
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Woo hoo! First comment! Haha. Heyy Maxine it's Dani! I never commented on any of your blogs yet so this is going to be my first one. All I can say is wow. This was freaking amazing! Am I allowed to curse on here?? Haha. I loved how you didn't mention how the tornado occured in your room until the end. That was genious. Sorry I commented so late. I'm always up and so bored. Plus it's Christmas Eve and I really want to see what time my parents start putting gifts under the tree. Well I'm going to stop writing all of this nonsense and end it right now. I will keep checking back whenever I can. Talk to you soon. :D
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