Everest P.O.V
Once I made it to my house no one was home.
I let out I sigh of relief and went in.
I wouldn't say we were millionaires but we were definitely comfortable.
Even though they are my parents I still insist that once I get out of high school I pay for college myself.
I don't feel right using other people's money.
Our house is very Victorian to say the least.
It's to fancy for my taste but I don't mind my room.
The walls around my room are a light sky blue.
I have a simple queen sized bed with light blue sheets.
The floor is wood but I have a huge sky blue rug that covers it.
I have a curved window seal with a hammock chair hanging from it.
I have a whole wall covered with white bookshelves filled with books.
My bathroom and closet are on a be side along with the doors to my balcony.
Half of my balcony is full of art supplies.
I like to attempt drawing sunsets because my balcony faces the west.
It is also directly across from my neighbors.
Who ever did the architecture, well they were dumb.
I mean who creates to bedrooms right across from each other where you can literally hop onto one another's balcony.
I mean come on?
Has this person ever heard of privacy?
I opened my balcony doors because my room was warm and decided to look for some nicer clothes for dinner.
Once I was changed I laid across my bed.
I pulled out my phone and opened a couple snapchats from friends.
I had about seven million texts from a group chat.
I opened it an giggled.
My two best friends in the whole wide world were arguing about whether a hot dog was a sandwich.
The funniest part about it is there actually serious.
I just rolled my eyes and laughed.
My front door slammed open, and my breath hitched.
"Honey, you home?" my mom asked.
I let out a breathe of relief.
Thank the gods of chocolate that it wasn't Emmett.
I rolled of my bed and walked over to my mirror.
I was wearing a cute owl sweater and faded blue skinny jeans.
My naturally curly hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail.
My makeup was natural and cute.
I had cute black boot wedges and a simple bedazzled silver "E" necklace.
I ran my hands over my shirt before running down stairs.
"Momma, do you need any help with dinner?" I asked as I was walking into the kitchen.
She just turned around and smiled.
She was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and dark blue jeans.
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