I'm a slut for a good soap.
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Thread Topic: I'm a slut for a good soap.
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So sorry, had to shower and do homework. May I ask a question? With that last bit, do you mean that my character would be in the room? It's a silly question, yes, but I thought I should ask to clarify.
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It's totally cool!
And yes, unless you don't want your character to be in the room. In that case, ignore the last bit. -
No, no, it's very interesting that way! Thank you. :)
The drive from Montana had been gruelling and exhausting. Though Chandler's particular adoration pertaining to the laws of weather and how disasters such as a tornado or a hurricane came to be was exceptionally large, if he were to have examined another soggy leaf during a rain storm, he just may have become ill. A sigh of pure relief escaped his lips when his mother's crystal clean, deep blue Ford Fiesta came to screeching halt in front of the house in which they would be residing in from that point forward. His breathing hitched upon taking the entire building into view, the sight of it causing his stomach to twist and turn into excited little knots. It was much different from the dank, creepy-crawly infested abode they had been forced to live in for the years in which funds were tight, standing with tall with a generous amount of land surrounding it. He clasped his hands tightly together, placing his hand on his door's handle, yanking on it and exploding from the vehicle with a hoot of pure joy. Once he was outside of the car, he took note of the fact that his stepfather's hulking Ford F-250 was parked cozily in the driveway. A recollection of the fact that the man had made the trip with the moving company struck him.
On the topic of the moving truck, he also came to the realization that most of his room had most likely been made up. Though his mother was calling his name and begging pointedly for assistance with some box, he bolted in the direction of the home. He bursted through the front door, which had fortunately been unlocked. A man with a salt and pepper beard and furrowed eyebrows extended his arm to halt the younger individual. Chandler peered into his stepfather's eyes, a crooked smile inching across his facial features like a small caterpillar on a branch. The man crossed his arms, chortling quietly. He gestured towards a nearby staircase. It wasn't entirely huge, only having about six steps in total. In a gruff, raspy yet lighthearted tone, the man explained,
"Lookie, Chandler. There are two bedrooms in the house, but your mother and I wanted to give you your own space. You are a teenager, after all, and the attic is rather big. Everything important is finished and you should be good to go, kiddo. We're just waiting on your new bedset to come in. For now, you have your old one. There'll be a set of steps that leads all the way into the attic. Be careful going up and down." Chandler gave a nod promptly after the man finished speaking, offering up a silly salute.
"Thanks, Jack." He rushed off with the last bit of conversation, he proceeded to find maneuver his way through the path that would lead him into his bedroom. The staircase came into view quite quickly, and he smiled widely, cautious as he made his way up and into his new room.
A stormy blue carpet replaced what he assumed was wooden flooring at one point, the walls painted over with a comforting grey that was anything but gloomy. His sleek black bookcase that was filled entirely with weather magazines and newspaper articles was situated in a far corner of the attic room, right next to his matching desk. His laptop could be spotted on top of the surface from where he stood. Various posters and plaques of his had been strung up in nearly the exact same places as in his previous room. They included a variety of basketball stars as well as quarterbacks from his favorite teams. His queen sized bed, which was indeed covered with his old bedset, was against the wall opposite to a window, his Phillie Phanatic stuffed animal staring at him. Everything was absolutely as he imagined it would be, his heart skipping just a few beats. He made his way over to the bed, sitting on his bed and hugging the Phanatic just once for good luck.
As he sat and observed the room, his eyes caught a corner. A large mahogany chest was visible, some papers sitting on top of it's surface. A sleeping bag was folded neatly next to the aforementioned chest. Chandler shrugged upon taking the sight into consideration, assuming the items belonged to his mother. He looked down at the carpet, smiling like a goofball when he suddenly heard shuffling come from nearby. His head shot up, his hair that need trimming bouncing slightly. His eyes widened upon the sight of another boy directly across from him. As perplexing and terrifying as the situation already was, he stood.
"Uh. Hey...there?" he greeted, his face distorted in a state of pure confusion and fright. -
ew what a typo
*He rushed off with the last bit of conversation, proceeding to maneuver his way through the path...
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