LANCE
It was already 3am when I get back. The light was off. The building was silent. No one greeted me at the door with a scary face. No Beast is pacing in the ground trying to flip new fixed furnitures.
I can't understand why Dad wanna repair the old broken ones, instead of buying new. Even though our stay here will last six months tops, I still want to experience eating at a very sturdy table, not unbalanced leg put together by hammered nails. I want to sit in a soft not easily braking couch. I wanna sleep at a foamy comfortable bed, not the broken one I have in my room.
Dad said he repaired it. He forgot to mention one heavy move and I'll be sent toppling down the floor. I wasn't in the mood for early morning pizza snack. My head can't keep up to the happenings surrounding me lately.