Teens Room Metaphorically Novels & Stories

KIENA "Bravery seems like something that runs in excessive waves in your bloodstreams." Zedane says as he walks into the room of the young man. I follow behind him, taking in the small details of the room. The room is huge, yet cozy, complete with decorations of artwork that adorn the walls, and a rug that adds a layer of warmth in the center of the room, underneath a coffee table. To the side is a huge brown desk, overflowing with books and a computer system.

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

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.

This hall was free of side rooms and had a slight upward curve to it, before opening out into a level room the size of a barn. "Is that them?" I asked, nodding towards the two rows of teens facing each other. "Yep," he said, walking in their direction. "Nice of you to join us," Stan called out. "Just here to watch," Burney yelled back, squatting against the opposite wall to the red haired teacher. I stayed standing beside him. "Fayle, join us." I raised an eyebrow at Burney. "If you're going to stay with us, you can join in and learn. Unless you feel your skills are above ours?"

The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized. The red room! That was where the real freaks let loose. I went in without much hesitation. Inside was gloomy with the lights low to a bare minimum. I couldn’t see a fucking thing but I could hear everything. I waited for a minute at the corner for my eyes to get accustomed to the murky atmosphere. It didn’t take long. Some rooms looked like cubicles boxed off with curtains. Moving along the hall, I caught glimpses of bodies moving in the rooms within. This place was a horny teen’s paradise. I kept on till I got to the last room and walked in. It was empty so I settled down.

A girl is seen inside I wide room wondering around looking for a way out, her brown eyes scan the environment which seems very unknown to her. One moment she was on her way to hades which is the realm of the dead, and the next moment she is in this room with no way out. She has been stuck here for days with no one to talk to and to explain why she is here.