As I walked in, I was astonished. This house, I have to admit, is a lot better than my old house. The kitchen has a dishwasher and lots of appliances. The living room had a brick fireplace and was about two times the size of my old one. I went to view the rooms. I figured since it is my birthday and my mother made me move, that I deserve to pick my own room. The first one was nice but it was pretty small with a small closet. Eh. On the the next room. The next room was enormous! It had its own bathroom ad a walk-in closet! Oh yeah, this, is my room!
"Ana, where at you?" I heard my mother tell.
"I'm in my new room." I yelled back. I hear my mothers footsteps coming up the stairs then I saw her in my doorway.
"And why do you think this is your room?" My mother asked bluntly.
"Well, if you must know, I think since it my birthday and you made me move, I deserve to pick my room." I said confidently.
My mother laughed at that remark.
"Ha. Well I'm sorry to say, but this is my room."
"Mom! I have so many much more stuff than you and not to mention that I take so much longer in the bathroom!" I said very angry.
"We'll, Ana, I'm the adult and I get to make the rules."
"But mom-"
"No buts. This conversation is over." Said my mother cutting me off.
I stomped to my new room. This was so unfair! I saw some movers putting my bed into my room. Well, at least I can rest. It's been a long day. I went into my room and flopped on my bed. I fell asleep in an instant. Lets hope my dreams take me to a happier place.
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Two Times Better
Teen FictionAna Smith and her mother just moved. It was Ana's 15th birthday so she wasn't that happy about it. Her mother and her don't get along and her mother starts to beat poor Ana. Ana feels helpless. Like nobody cares. Until she finds her match. Aaron com...
