daylan yay:]

 

  I walk into my room and look around, it’s pink walls make me grin. I always laugh after looking at the millions of posters that fill up my walls. The posters are covered with the Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus and more teen heartthrobs, but on one side of my room fills like a different side of me. I have pictures of guys skating and tons of bands from a magazine that I took from my brother. I love looking outside of my high ceiling windows, to see the beautiful outside. This would be the most relaxing part. My street is dead and peaceful, it seemed as though a buzzing fly could wake my neighborhood up. An ice cream stuck rolls by, but no kids come out to scream. A police car  zooms by and breaks the silence, I walk away from the window. I look around  and think about how different and unique this room is from all the others in the house. I was have to share a room with my 17 year old cousin Kayla, but i still call this room my own.

  When I’m frustrated, this is one place I can run to to take all of my anger out on. My comfortable bed calms me and puts me fast asleep. My rug warms my cold feet as I climb into a great slumber.  I fill free as a bird in my room. I can say what I want without someone yelling at me. I can do what I want when I want, and it fills great. I don’t have to get dressed or do my hair when I’m in this place, when I’m in this zone. I fill so welcome, and I don’t have to worry about what people think. This sacred place of mine makes me fill like I can do everything.