09/03/2008
The Desk in my Room.
The desk in my room seem’s to be the “Kick it” spot as my brother always says. It’s the place where everyone leaves their trash and their plates. Were everyone sits in front of. Whether its just one person or all seven of us looking at what someone else thought was funny. Everyday it felt like it was a reunion, even though half the time we fought for who was next on the computer. My desk is the treasure of my room not just because it holds the internet, but because it holds pictures of us and gifts my siblings have gave me. It’s were my laughter just keeps going and it doesn’t seem to have an end, and now that I think of it I truly miss my family and my desk.
The Desk in my Room.
The desk in my room seem’s to be the “Kick it” spot as my brother always says. It’s the place where everyone leaves their trash and their plates. Were everyone sits in front of. Whether its just one person or all seven of us looking at what someone else thought was funny. Everyday it felt like it was a reunion, even though half the time we fought for who was next on the computer. My desk is the treasure of my room not just because it holds the internet, but because it holds pictures of us and gifts my siblings have gave me. It’s were my laughter just keeps going and it doesn’t seem to have an end, and now that I think of it I truly miss my family and my desk.
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