Teens Room Metaphorically Mga Nobela at Kwento

I push open the door. The walls are pink. Bright, obnoxious, Pepto-Bismol pink. “Ugh. Gross.” I step inside. “Stupid color.” Everything looks childish. Like someone vomited a Barbie dream house all over the space. Posters of boy bands plastered on the walls. Stuffed animals piled on the bed. Makeup and nail polish bottles scattered across the vanity in messy clusters. My old room used to have cream walls and dark wood furniture. Now it looks like a thirteen-year-old’s fantasy.

Overestimating yourself is a fatal mistake. But underestimating your enemy? That is a guaranteed death sentence. Room 205 is a total disaster zone. I stand in the middle of the ruined living room, breathing in the smell of dust and fear. The expensive, fluffy white carpet is stained with dark red spots. Smashed designer furniture is scattered everywhere. And lying on the floor, groaning in pain, are six incredibly rich, incredibly bruised teenagers.

Her mother gave her a wanung gaze and she shrugged innocently in response. “Why don’t you take River to get settled in?” Ashley asked, and Talia was already pulling me away. “Here you and Taylor would share this room.” She pushed open the door to the room that seemed to be his childhood room. My head whipped to her so fast I was afraid it would snap off. I knew in a huge house like this they had enough room but they still wanted to stick me in here? She pulled an innocent smile that hid her intentions sloppily.

On the second floor where four rooms, just big enough for a bed, a closet and a desk. And another bathroom with a roll-top bath. In the middle of everything was a space, big enough for two sofas, a table, and a small TV. A kind of living room for when the young people wanted to isolate themselves, as omem used to say. Maddie opened the door to the left room, which had light green wallpaper and matching pillows, and a bedspread. That’s why it was calles the green room. ‘Here's your room,’ she said to Silke.

The stink of yesterday’s clothes, hard particles of crud from a carpet that had never been vacuumed, stale air from an unventilated room. A typical teenage boy’s room. Iron Maiden posters on the wall. A pile of dirty laundry in the closet. A tottering stack of well-read comics next to the bed. Porno mags hidden under the bed. Trashcan filled to the brim. Loose leaf paper, pens, spiral notebooks, backpack. Textbooks with a brown paper bag cover to minimize damage. Not much different from his own, except the furniture was more ragged.

When the incessant clicking of her heels disappears down the hall and I can no longer catch the stench of evil, I enter Maya's room. I'm ashamed to say this is the first time I've ever been to Maya's room and it isn't how I imagined it. I pictured all pink, Jonas Brothers posters maybe, some cute bunny toys scattered about the bed. But the reality is just borderline depressing. The walls are a dull grey, there are no pictures on the walls nothing about the room that says a teenage girl has lived in it for four years. The only colour in the room is the light green comforter and even that's an ugly shade of green.

Yes, locking up the lackluster teenagers in a room full of corpses lying around to be preserved is a good idea. "Well, I thought they weren't scared." Levino was excited. Levano, however, only gave him a flat glance. However, they were enjoying the riot of the lackadaisical teenagers who were trying to open the door because they could not stand the strong rancid smell, with blood and human internal organs splattered all over the floor of the room. "Those are kids from the same school as the youngest friend's school, right? Like brawling, how cowardly." Levino commented again.

He looks back at us before opening the door and peeping in. "She's not here," he says and we join him in the room. "She's probably in her underground room," Travis says. The room is just like a typical rich teenage girl's room. Pink everywhere that it makes me want to puke, with a large bed and huge teddy bears. The decorations are too extravagant for a bedroom, but then again, when you are that rich, why not. I have to admit, even Austin's room is way better than this. "So how do we get to the underground room?" Wyndy asks and Caleb walks towards the closet. We follow him into the closet and the pink nightmare continues.

Chapter 52 Theo's room is decorated more modestly than the rest of the house, with plain blue walls and curtains. It's a typical teenage boy's bedroom apart from the huge bed that takes up almost the whole floor space. The bed is like the one we had at the apartment and I wonder if it's a standard bed in this realm. “She could have let us keep Sophie’s room,” Theo grumbles when he struggles to move around the bed. “This is fine,” I reassure him. I'm just grateful we have somewhere safe to stay together.