One delicious discovery I came across was a file folder filled with old writing assignments. In a moment of pure lunacy, I've decided to share one of them, in all its glory
~ P.S. Remember, I was still a novice. And this was high school (9th grade). Have mercy!
As you walk into my bedroom you see a revolting pigsty that looks like a parent's worst nightmare. My bed is trapped in the corner of my room by a set of old blue bunk beds ominously waiting for someone to bump into them during the middle of the night. Clothing surrounds the bed except for a narrow pathway leading from it, two feet wide, and cleared so that no junk will be stepped on in the middle of the night. With shadows that overwhelm the corner, the variety of colors and textures from pants, shirts, and underwear, socks, coats, skirts, and sweaters appear to be a blob piled halfway up to the ceiling. Shirts sleeves and pant legs infest the edges of the bed where they hang lifeless, waiting to be put away. Papers from previous assignments suffocate unnoticed under the weight of the clothing.