Fanon:District Heights/Chapter 2: Difference between revisions

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<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">     </span>When we got to our apartment (suitcases and backpacks in hand) my parents were nearly shocked to have seen what they’ve found. Our apartment was fully furnished with luxurious furniture (there was even a grand piano sitting in the corner classically coated in black, waiting for a pianist’s touch.) and well done wooden floors. I was surprised too, but not as surprised as my parents for they had their mouths drop to the floor in amazement and surprise. “My…Sister never said that the apartment was going to be ''that'' well-furnished.” My mother slowly worded. The shock in her voice wasn’t hard to notice. “I wonder how she did it…” Said my dad who was also in as much shock as my mom was, and tagged along with her. The reason why I wasn’t as shock as they were was because I could have guessed that because my aunt Minny was the type to throw money at people like it was nothing and give to people who needed it the most like I said, to not only afford this giant space of an apartment, but to also furnish it with luxurious furniture and home décor. After looking around our new home (Which consisted of two bedrooms, a very beautiful kitchen, and somewhat of a bathroom) we unpacked our bags and lounged in for a while. I stayed in my room while my parents looked around some more. (my mom took off her shoes and rested on the couch afterwards, laptop in hand while my dad decided to go without us to explore a little of the environment of the city.) My room didn’t have a window unlike my parent’s bedroom and the only source of “entertainment” for me was a dollhouse and a toy chest. I sighed looking through the contents of the chest, finding a yo-yo, a Snugglesworth Teddy Bear that’s supposed to attract children from a range of 3 to 8 year olds even though my aunt has heard enough about me to know that I’m 11, and other junk that doesn’t and will never catch my attention. Staring at the Dollhouse, I picked up one of the dolls and tried to think of a scenario in my head to imagine and play around with like what little girls way younger than me do. After a few minutes of thinking of an idea to play with, I finally thought of a story to unravel with this dollhouse. </span></p>