The Entrance Of The House

All three centers had a waiting list not only for college students but also the

Most U.S citizen views America as a country spiraling out of control. There is a sense of fear and prevailing doom as the country faces serious issues such as a growing debt and uncontrolled spending. In the article, “America remains the world's beacon of success, Tim Roemer begs to differ otherwise. Roemer points out that America has a lot going for it, for example,” The United States has the largest and most technologically powerful economy in the world. It is a country full of accomplishments, hope and worth fighting for. This is why America is admired by many and attracts immigrants from all around the world.

* Check that the water temperature is not too hot or too cold. You can buy a heat sensor that sticks to the side of the bath and changes colour if the bath water is too hot, to prevent scalding.

“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

Turn faucet in and adjust water temperature. Leave water running until hand washing is complete.

Letting my bag, which feels like garbage in this immaculate place, fall to the floor, I wander around the room, checking it all out, before slipping into the bathroom. All marble. Lush white towels, shiny steel pipes and handles, jetted bathtub and rain shower.

"If you want I can sleep on the floor." I offered as I dropped my stuff.

She needed to calm her nerves. Then she ducked the remainder of it, leaving it behind in the ashtray. She had a plan when she stepped back inside. What she had in mind would play a role in the fulfillment of her New Year’s resolution. She started towards the master suite’s door. Once there, she stepped onto a wooden footstool to take down her robe from the metal hook protruding high up behind the bedroom’s door. She slid each arm into the sleeves and eased down from the stool. Instead of showering in the master’s bathroom, she opted for Destiny’s

"Do you want to sleep in here tonight?" Anima nodded and tiptoed off to change. I laid a surplus amount of blankets and pillows on the floor.

The second floor was off-limits to male guests and the only men who were allowed up here were counselors and security guards; however, before they were allowed to come upstairs, an intercom announcement was made to “warn” the women of the impending male presence. Nervously, I asked Sarah to go inside the living quarters to make sure all the women were decent as well as did not mind me coming inside the room to gain a general view of the room and talk to Sarah more privately. Only a handful of women were inside and they were all fine with me coming in as long as I did not have a recording device on me (which I did not). At first glance, the living quarters’ main equipment was bunk beds. Near each bed was a small crate with personal belongings,

I snuggled into the corner of his shoulder and neck, breathing in. "We're going to be waiting here for a while then."

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

This time, he was the one perplexed. He narrowed his eyes, “Aren’t you mad at me? Maybe want to hit me? Because, at this point, I’ll let you take a free shot at it. I probably deserve it.”

    He gulped and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip before speaking up, “Please, ma'am I am sorry coming off as rude, but I am still feeling quite ill.” He sighed in between his words. “I will need this robe to help sweat off any toxins. The blanket may get the girls sick and I don’t want that happening.”