My Bedroom

    You step into my room and feel the rough tan carpet beneath your feet. You sense the stress over schoolwork on my mind, but only hear the calm sound of my ceiling fan pushing air around and causing the metal link to sensitively tap the light every second, for hours at a time. You smell the mixture of the lavender Febreeze fragrance and the sweet smell of my Sweet Pea and Dark Kiss perfume. When you notice the purple walls and the pink curtains you may understand that my room reflects the girlishness of  myself. My photo albums and bulletin boards holds onto the past, my piggy bank and calender travels to my future,  but my half  empty water bottles around keep you in the presence of my teenage  life. My room reflects me, so it can’t change unless i change…..

Written by Angela F. 
 Typed By Marissa M