Cindy's room is by far the best decision by virtue that it is the closest room. I walk down the hallway and after fifteen minutes, I am across from her bedroom door. I have to cross the hallway, something very scary to me as I would be right in the path of my mom or sister if they walk out but I don't have a choice. I run as fast as possible across the hall for a couple of minutes and stop only when I'm just in front of her door.
Walking through the gap under it, my eyes are filled with the brightness of her light above, representing a false sun. The room is a mess. There are clothes everywhere; including a pair of pink panties that could fit several domed stadiums to the right of me, a sock to my left, overturned shoes and trash line the floors up until I look ahead to see...
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