I stared at the elegantly designed house from the window as the car halted to a stop.
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****** "Isn`t it beautiful?" my mom asked me, admiring the house as if she was the one who designed it.
****** "Sure, I guess," I shrugged.
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****** My mom ignored me and ranted to my dad about the houses`s exterior and interior design. I sighed as I opened the car door and let myself out. I stretched and took a deep breath. Glad that we finally arrived. Whether I wanted to move to a new place or not. My name is
I observed the neighborhood carefully as my parents took our luggage out from the trunk. The street was empty. No laughter of children playing in the front of their house. There was no one in sight at all. Not even a single car passing by. I hated this place. Even though my parents have always reminded me to "not judge a book by it`s cover." However, the fact that it was so...quiet and empty bugged me. Yes, I hated the busy streets and honking cars 24/7. However, I preferred the building where I lived before. Even though you couldn`t get a shut eye at night, it was better compared to the quiet and empty street.
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****** "Come on, let`s go," my father said carrying the luggage in both hands as he stood there waiting for me.
****** "Coming," I said running towards my parents.
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****** My mother took out a key and opened the door, revealing a beautiful staircase leading up to the second and third floor. I was amazed, yet annoyed at the same time. Amazed because it was like the big houses I`ve seen on television. Annoyed because it looked way too elegant.
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****** "Mom, I`m going to explore the place," I said running up the stairs and not waiting for my mom`s answer.
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****** As I got to the third floor, there was a strange looking door at the end of the hallway. It was a brown oak colored door. While the other doors in the house were painted white. My curiosity took over and I walked towards it. My hand touched the handle of the door and I felt a tingling feeling on my hand. It lingered until I rubbed it against my jeans. This time, afraid I`d get that feeling again. I pulled my hoodie sleeve down it`d protect my hand.
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By the way, I`m not much of a writer.
I just wanted to know if I should finish this or not, since my friends read it and wanted me to finish it.
However, I want to know if finishing it up is worth my time.
Also, I apologize if it`s a bad story because I am not old (like adult old.)
Still in middle school, so no bad comments please. x:
(I`m really sensitive.)
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****** "Isn`t it beautiful?" my mom asked me, admiring the house as if she was the one who designed it.
****** "Sure, I guess," I shrugged.
****
****** My mom ignored me and ranted to my dad about the houses`s exterior and interior design. I sighed as I opened the car door and let myself out. I stretched and took a deep breath. Glad that we finally arrived. Whether I wanted to move to a new place or not. My name is
I observed the neighborhood carefully as my parents took our luggage out from the trunk. The street was empty. No laughter of children playing in the front of their house. There was no one in sight at all. Not even a single car passing by. I hated this place. Even though my parents have always reminded me to "not judge a book by it`s cover." However, the fact that it was so...quiet and empty bugged me. Yes, I hated the busy streets and honking cars 24/7. However, I preferred the building where I lived before. Even though you couldn`t get a shut eye at night, it was better compared to the quiet and empty street.
****
****** "Come on, let`s go," my father said carrying the luggage in both hands as he stood there waiting for me.
****** "Coming," I said running towards my parents.
****
****** My mother took out a key and opened the door, revealing a beautiful staircase leading up to the second and third floor. I was amazed, yet annoyed at the same time. Amazed because it was like the big houses I`ve seen on television. Annoyed because it looked way too elegant.
****
****** "Mom, I`m going to explore the place," I said running up the stairs and not waiting for my mom`s answer.
****
****** As I got to the third floor, there was a strange looking door at the end of the hallway. It was a brown oak colored door. While the other doors in the house were painted white. My curiosity took over and I walked towards it. My hand touched the handle of the door and I felt a tingling feeling on my hand. It lingered until I rubbed it against my jeans. This time, afraid I`d get that feeling again. I pulled my hoodie sleeve down it`d protect my hand.
------
By the way, I`m not much of a writer.
I just wanted to know if I should finish this or not, since my friends read it and wanted me to finish it.
However, I want to know if finishing it up is worth my time.
Also, I apologize if it`s a bad story because I am not old (like adult old.)
Still in middle school, so no bad comments please. x:
(I`m really sensitive.)