The Room Kit - Original Writing

“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.

“He has barely spoken since his report back yesterday, I assume he’s just distraught over the battle.”

“Yup! I tripped up the stairs today and spilt my coffee, I was yelled at in first bell after you left, and I found out that I’m failing Crosshair because the noise of the guns scares me. But other than that, I’m great!” Terra chirped as she ate her pudding.

He sighed grabbed his plate scraped the waffles in the trash and headed upstairs. He learned the hard way not to say no to his mom. He clicked his tongue signaling for Cromwell to follow him and Cromwell did.

(Page 2: Scene of Momma and Anna at the kitchen table with strawberry covered biscuits on their plates with a glass of milk)

Jace attempted to calm his worries, “It’s okay dude, have you ever even been in the school's library? Mrs. Hollinger literally has every book you could imagine, she can get it for you.”

When Emma was age seven, she began wandering around his local streets and found herself the victim of gang attacks on multiple occasions, unable to understand why they happened, he kept allowing them to happen. Thinking was his only solace as he was able to find sanctuary in the only thing she believed she truly owned, her own mind. Nobody could peer into it quite like she could and certainly, nobody could take it from him.

"Yep! Just finished. But I have to go get some milk. I used the last of it this morning. You don't mind waiting do you?" He was referring to the Disney movie marathon we had planned for the night. And a Disney movie marathon isn't complete without hot chocolate.

“Oh, Bryan. You’re so scared of everything, you don’t know how ta live! It’s gonna be fine.” Emily replied.

“We should get up to speed on the Dexter file. I’ve been studying over the weekend and…”

He pushed himself off of the couch, the cushions slowly expanding to how they were before he had laid down the previous night. He made his way over to the kitchen where Ludwig was more than busy preparing breakfast. There was toast was peeking out of the toaster, waiting to be plated while he was busy making sure the eggs wouldn't burn. Gilbert walked over and grabbed two plates from out of a cupboard, trying to prevent them from clashing together as much as he could. He then placed two slices of toast on each of their plates, assuming that was how Ludwig wanted it, and placed them near

“Very well, of course I miss Erik he was my only child. I can’t just mourn all the time, I feel like this has made me stronger though.”

A few minutes were sufficient for making her acquainted with her own heart. A mind like hers, once opening to suspicion, made rapid progress; she touched, she admitted, she acknowledged the whole truth… (Chapter 47).” For so long, her pride had blinded her. Emma’s narcissism had held her in the dark, unable to see the moral and right process of interacting with her community. Despite her wit, she was not clever enough to see herself as a problem as she drove herself between relationships, intertwining and creating drama, but once she knew better, she could do better and she

The place where I feel the most comfortable, and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it’s the place I come home to, and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind.

Tyler stood up to get dressed. He had many choices available, but today he chose a green polo shirt with light blue sweat pants. He combed his hair really quick and then walked toward the kitchen. He quickly made 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, then delivered them to the kitchen table. They ate in silence, the only noise being the birds chirping outside.