Novel & Cerita Teens Room Metaphorically

I'm single, and bound to no girl, ever. We reach a bright yellow door, and the inside is like a toy store. A car-shaped bed is touching the far wall. Buckets of small model cars line the walls. Books about building model cars stack up on top of the night stand. This is every kid's dream. I wish I would've had a room like this. All I had in my birth dad's apartment was a creaky wooden bed, and a coverless lamp. I would have killed to have this many toys; I frown, thinking about my shitty childhood.

I cry within myself, my cheeks hot and red like a tomato, but I can’t let them know that. “Let’s go.” he hastens them. *** Whoa! This has got to be the fifth time I’m being surprised in one day. “Epic,” the boys yell as they stare in awe at the mighty room before them. Adorned with an elegant painting of baby blue, the room is right next to the meaning of a wonderland filled with gentle toys of limited editions, the walls adorned with colourful paintings and words, the floor covered with extra soft carpet that one’s feet could sink in the cotton.

He could still be in the area, setting his trap to try and pick us off when our guard is down. Father searches the master bedroom while I take the older girl’s room. It seems she’s in a tie-dye phase as it dominates the room. Tie-dye blanket, bean bag chair, hoodie slung over a bedrail, as if a rainbow threw up in here. It’s a typical pre-teens room with stuffed animals, make-up strewn across the dresser, dirty clothes scattered on the floor, a cork board of photos above her daybed. She’s a cute kid who will turn into a real knockout if given the chance to grow up. I pray to the moon Bale hasn’t stolen her life from her. Especially this close to the beginning of it.

“They are crawling now too so it’s hard to keep them together. Freddie and I help, but we still sometimes lose one for a little while.” At the bottom of the stairs, they all turned right and stepped through another doorway. The space opened quickly into what looked like a basement playroom or day care. The space was lit with those long oval lights covered in wire cages that you always see in movies with underground bunkers, but the walls were covered in childlike doodles and drawings, the floor with hop scotch games. Families with babies seemed to be congregating on one end of the room, older children were playing in most of the main floor space and the older teens were clustered in groups b

Every conversation seemed to be a mirror of the one outside. I walked toward the back exit, the air in the room feeling too thin to breathe. On my way out, I passed a group of teenagers sitting on the equipment crates. They were the ones who usually ran messages for Theo, the ones who looked up to him like he was a god. They stopped talking when I got close. One of them, a boy no older than fourteen, spat on the floor near my boot.

I say. “Sometime a single friend is enough for you and you don’t need anyone else in the world,” she says as she opens her door and I see the same room which she opened up for me yesterday. Her all pink room is like the dream room of every teenage girl. Every girl of our age would love her room and someday, I have dreamt a room like this too. It’s not that I am not happy with the room I have. The room I have is more than luxury and more than I can ever imagine of. It is a dream room for me but this room is absolutely what every girl would love to have.

Zyran smirked, leaning casually against my wardrobe like he paid rent here. I dragged both hands down my face and screamed into my palms. “I REALLY WON'T KNOW PEACE AGAIN...” Zaiden patted my thigh, very condescendingly, like I was some pet he was proud of. “Good. Peace is boring.” “ALL OF YOU GET OUT! THIS IS A GIRLS ROOM! AND FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER YOU BELIEVE IN... THAT BED ISN’T EVEN ENOUGH FOR ME, AND YOU WANNA JOIN?! SERIOUSLY?!” I marched toward the door to yank it open.

If it came down to it, she'd have to go for cheap shots and run like a mad woman. For once, she was grateful Randy had forced her to do cheer instead of art as a teen. She knew she had stamina. Clenching her fists, she continued creeping toward the door. She could hear the sounds more clearly now. There was a thud, and another cry from Randy--this time, it was unmistakable. It was as if she'd been struck by lightning. Every muscle in her body tensed, like a bow string ready to snap. Kaitlyn rushed through the open doorway and wildly gazed around the room until her eyes finally landed on Randy.

However, I didn't want her to catch me on her way outside, so I hurried up into the room that smelled like my own personal heaven. As I pushed the door open, I noticed that the room was very modest and neutral. More mature than I was expecting for a teenage girl. Not like I had much room to talk though, since I had just turned 21 a couple months ago. Her room also told me at first glance that she must not be too materialistic. Nothing was extravagant or over the top, and it seemed like she mostly just had necessities.

Bluey's Room 8:45pm “You're nothing but a bastard” A young girl growled at a lean and thin underfed teen. She was sitting on the floor in the cramped space that could barely be called a bedroom. Three girls hovered around her. They were wearing expensive designer clothes and gold jewelry and they looked well-fed in contrast to the girl hugging her knees on the floor. “Filthy thing…I wonder how father came in contact with your witch of a mother” Another girl said while looking at her with disdain written all over her face.