The sides of Baby Sister’s bed were clear, and she was looking right at him. Then the smell hit Aaron, and he slammed the door again. How could he ever have thought she smelled good! She smelled awful. “She’s going to stink up our whole house,” Aaron shouted through the door.
Upstairs Ting pushed open the first of four doors: A large master bedroom, walls, now beyond repair, painted blue and white at the request of the lady of the house quaked when Ting stepped in. Dismal and devoid of warmth the room seemed embarrassed by its poverty. Ting uncovered a secret closet full of clean linen locked inside a sealed cabinet. Running his hands over soft towels and matching pairs of pyjamas Ting remembered playing in such places on wedding nights. Laughing brides dancing with the music, spinning in their beautiful frocks waiting for the songs to end so the lights could be dimmed, then extinguished.
After successfully breaking a window with a screaming angel and having to run inside to make sure there was minimal damage, my aunt seized the fireworks, and cut short the celebration in fear for her home’s well being. I laughed to myself, glad that the day had ended without any serious injury and that everyone had fun. Regardless of the intolerant sun, the humid air, flaming gas cans and broken windows, it was a lovely day.
I thought seriously of burning the house-to reach the smell. But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! A yellow smell. The two most notable descriptions of the wallpaper also follow (paragraphs removed to save space): I never saw a worse paper in my life.
Just as I was leaving the kitchen Matt made a big burp, farted and laughed at the same time, which got me making a quick exit to avoid his almost toxic smell he had unleashed. As l entered the lounge, l remember seeing my dad standing in the middle of the maroon carpeted room just below the chandelier with his hands in his pockets and he was wearing his favourite sweat shirt and khaki pants. The fireplace goldenly glowed as it blasted hot air all over the peach coloured room and the lights slightly dipped made the lounge a very comfortable room to relax in. As we communicated my father produced his debt card and pin number which he gave me and then ordered me to go to the bank and withdraw one thousand pounds so he could pay off some debts. So l called Matt who was still in the kitchen and told him everything.
When I got to stay over at a friend's house, I finally got the chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly fighting and shouting at each other. That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them.
After screaming stranger danger he just laughingly stated he was a cab driver. With cheeks as red as tomatoes I apologized and gave the address for my hotel. After arriving at my hotel and a quick cat nap I was ready to take on Dublin. I had picked out the outfit, prepped myself but still did not have the courage to go the pub inside the hotel alone. My sister Amanda gave me the pep talk I needed and off to the pub I went.
She giggled at my joke, “Okay, I'll be in my room.” As she skipped away, I noticed she had a bruise on the back of her leg. I pushed the thick, warm covers off my body and placed my feet on the plush, light blue rug. The fibers squished between my toes. I walked over to my brightly lit bathroom, “Stupid skylight,” I muttered under my breath. I picked up my jar of hair gel that was supposed to “tame”.
The fifteen year old Skylar rolled off her goose quilted bedspread, then sashayed her way into the stately Living room of the Suite. She found the bar refrigerator stocked with iced water bottles, and took one big gulp. Dang, she hated that freeze feeling in her brain. She frantically rubbed her forehead to end the cold sensation, only to have her black hair become entangled with her fingers. She studied the four-bedroom penthouse seeing Ryker's bedroom door closed; which was typical.
Suddenly, there was the splintering smash of shattering glass and cold salt water hit me in the face. I was sick on Edith but she didn't have time to care as she ran frantically around the swamped house looking for something to barricade the broken windows with. I must have passed out after that because the next thing I remember is waking up alone in Uncle George's barn. I brushed the scratchy straw from my salty clothes while I could hear my baby sister Clara crying from the house. As I entered the cottage kitchen Aunt Francis had a bowel brimming with steaming porridge.