I tried my best...so here it goes:
It was after the crash. Bruised, and shaking, but still okay, we walked into the house. It looked a little run-down, dirty, and different, but it had the same nostalgia it had before and always will have. The floors were matted with dirt and the trash had not been taken out.
Chrissy apologized profusely for the mess; but I didn't care. It was the same; the stairs still creaked, the curtains were still the same, and the room by the kitchen still had a sticker on one of it's windows.
The world around it had changed, but the house still stood, in my eyes, the same. This had, and always will be my home.
I also wanted to let you know that I am missing Poetry Blog #9 in the gradebook and I'm pretty sure I did that.
ReplyDeleteI also finished The Road and it was so, so, so depressing! ha
Anyway, thank you!!!
I know. It is sad. I warned you! ;)
ReplyDeleteI'll check on blog 9.
Love your tone piece!