My Room

My first bedroom I shared a bedroom with my brothers and sisters. First of all, since we lived in a two bedroom apartment, I had to share my bedroom with my older brother. A few years later, my sister was born. By that time, since we moved to a 3 bedroom apartment, my older brother had her own room so I had to share it with my sister. Nine years later, the last member of the family, another child's sister was born. So, I became two roommates. Because I want to make my bedroom very bad, I always complain about my parents as to how a 15 year old girl should have my bedroom.

It was very similar to the size of my parents' room, but I did not think of my room as my room. But my roommate's room is on the second floor, my room is in the basement, it is dark. Corses are made in the middle of each wall by the paneling of the oak. The floor is tiled. There is a vanity next to the closet. My roommate made room with drywall and carpet, my roommate put the bed, the desk and the dressing table. A small crater on the carpet is definitely the sign of his return - it seems that his furniture is in the room.

I walked the hall to the room of my friend. She is reading books in bed. The room was small, 2 beds, 2 dressers and 2 bedside tables. My friend has pictures of many loved on the wall. "I do not remember who they are, so my daughter stuck a small name under each picture," she explained. Her roommate is not so lucky. There is no picture of a beloved person adorning her wall. Her relatives are few and not intimate. I sat and talked with my friends. "How are you?" I asked her. I have not seen her for a while. "Oh, almost, every day is the same." My friend said. We fill the air with more conversation. My friends like to talk. She likes to share the story of life. She has plenty to share