Teens Room Metaphorically Mga Nobela at Kwento

The room was very large, with enough space to house all ten girls. There were ten bonk beds hooked on the wall for them to sleep. Inside the room had a ten spaced bathroom and a ten spaced wardrobe filled with wears that screamed sexual activity. There was a red flat-screen television inside the room which had the Macmiller triplets initials, CTK at the top. The girls scattered around the room, getting acquainted with the settings. “ Lindy, Maria, What do we do? “ Jeane found her sisters with a hesitant question.

He awkwardly laughs and starts back toward his car. Adam is going to kill him. Then I turn and glance up at the stone-like building. I slip through a set of double doors. It reminds me of high school when I glance down the hall, but everyone is dressed slouchy. Like they just rolled out of bed. Most probably did. Hugging my books to my chest, I stop in front of room 116. The door is wide open, with a few students already sitting down.

I stand in the doorway. I look at the room and I think about a compound with a locked door and a ten-year-old who was told to be still and useful. I think about what it means to build a space that says the opposite of those things. That says: this is yours, and it is exactly your size, and you can grow into it however you need to. "The shelf," I say. I left it empty, he says. I thought you should fill it. I look at him.

The room had a vibrant, creative energy to it, unlike the others…It’s full of energy, art, and a touch of glamour. Finally, they reached Ian’s room. It was the most youthful of the four…filled with football memorabilia and casual, comfortable furniture. The bed was simple but spacious, and the walls were adorned with posters of his favorite teams and athletes. It was a room that seemed to belong to someone who still had a foot in the carefree world of youth Aurora couldn’t help but feel a small pang of empathy for Ian. His room was the most relatable to her…a space that felt like it belonged to someone who had yet to be consumed by the weight of responsibility.

Joe never knew they were a particular way Peter shake the boy. “Yeah kiddo. I am having trouble recalling things” Joe explained. “That's alright! I hope to see you regain all your lost memories” “Thanks” “Anyway, your babe is inside” Nathan informed. The inner part of the house attracted the most compared to the litter part. It was a well furnished house with adorable sofas. Michael took a seat while Nathan pulled Joe away with him. “Where are you taking to, kiddo?” Joe asked. “You used to call me bad boy, not kiddo” Nathan reminded.

She teases, touching the signs with her manicured fingertips. Jackson smiles, “You have signs on your door, too?” he asks me, and I smile back. “Don’t most teenage boys decorate their room door? I guess that is supposed to end when you move out of your parent’s house or turn a certain age, but I have had the same room since I was fourteen,” I admit, and Jackson chuckles. “I hear you live in a mansion. I would never move out either if my parents had money,” He pauses, “Or were still alive.”

It looked like a thirteen year old girl's birthday party rather than a seventeen year old's welcome home party. Did I forget to mention that Allie was still strangely obsessed with pink rooms? Well, if one had taken a look at the condition of my living room then, none would forget that little detail for their lifetime. It honestly looked like a unicorn puked in pink all over the place. Even Eva's room wasn't this pink.

I could be petty if I wanted to. "Because you aren't up to eighteen doesn't mean you can barge into people's rooms and do however you please even children could be held accountable. You look almost 18." I stated as a matter of fact staring at the teenage girl before me. She didn't look anything like Alaric or Sinclair. Her bleached blonde hair with red highlights said a lot about the brat. "Your room. Almost 18." She scoffed. "I am just 14 and since when did this room become yours? Who the hell are you?" She barked, looking like she was running out of patience.

“This place is fuckin’ Hogwarts on steroids.” Niall’s Room – Modern rustic. Whiskey barrels turned side tables. A telescope aimed out a stained glass window. He tipped his coffee to me. “I’m never leavin’. Ever.” Cat & Declan’s Room – Literal Barbie Dream Room. Velvet pinks, soft creams, and a four-poster bed that could fit five. They were laying on it, giggling, surrounded by shopping bags and boxes of shoes. “This room is me,” Cat sighed. “It’s fuckin’ me.”

I threw over my shoulder, adding a wink for extra measure as I stepped past them and headed for my room. "Let's go down to the kitchen so I can make you some tea before we go back to bed." I heard dad faintly tell her, but I didn't catch her reply, since I rounded a corner on the corridor leading to my room. I rolled my eyes... I had honestly had an overdose of the daily dosage of cuteness I could handle for the day, and I didn't think I could handle anymore. Who knows, I might just die or something. I opened the door to my room... my teenage phase room with posters of boy bands and motorcycles and black and pink everywhere (which I'll absolutely tell you about later) and then collapsed on m