Scene,+Setting,+Place

My Room: At the end of a hallway lies the door to my room, a wooden one with no paint or decorative carvings. Just a plain old door. You have to jam it open to get inside, as the carpet is still fairly new and hasn't been worn down by generations, like all the other carpet in our house has. Two beds, one with the covers thrown all over the place, some slipping down the gap in between the bed and the wall, the other with various clothes, bags, and who knows what else lying heaped in piles. An old metal computer desk serves as a bedside table, with a small radio clock, an empty drink bottle, a big sterio with several books on top, and various other items taking up all the space. A table at the far side of the room is also covered in random stuff, for example a small set of draws filled with trading cards and jewlery and behind that a CD rack. Above the table are three shelves that run along part of one wall, then around the corner to carry onto the other. Beside the table is a computer desk with a TV sitting on top of a VCR, with a DVD player sitting in the gap between it and the table on top of some containers of hats. A laptop sits in its case hidden behind the bed. A door leads to the walk in wardrobe that's not very walk-in-ish, since it's also filled with junk. A door in the side of the wardrobe leads outside to the foundations, no one ever opens it, but it's the reason my wardrobe is so cold, it's a wonder the guitar in there is always in tune. The walls of my room are blue wallpaper with silver flowers on one wall, and blue with tiny flecks of silver on the other three. A mirror shaped like New Zealand hangs on the wall above the bed-side-desk.

My House: My house sits on top of a hill, perched right near the drop down into the valley that reaches the beach below. Now that I think about it, it reminds me of a lazy cat, sitting there in the sun all day. But that's not quite right, because who would want to sit in the middle of the freezing southerly winds that howl around all the time? I love the views my house has, you can see the bay and the beach from the kitchen, and dining room, and now that we've chainsawed through the pohutakawa tree, you can see it from the living room too. The living room is my favourite place, because at sunset you can watch the clouds change colour and the sky become tinged with pinks and oranges, and other colours too. On clear days you can see the south island, but sometimes it melts into the sea because of mist. When we're eating we watch the planes fly in and watch the ferries sail by as slow as snails. There's not much space to move because of all my dad's toys taking up room everywhere, my mum's so pressed for space she keeps her sewing material under my beds! I sould start charging rent... Rescently we've repainted out house, for a while it looked pretty ugly with all it's paint taken off, but it's alot better now. I just hope the paint lasts as long as the last paint did.

My School: In the morning my school slowly comes alive, as if waking from a dream, as the children arrive and begin to laugh and play. Although it may be small, my school is special, but not in the ways you would think. No, our buildings don't look the greatest and our playground isn't that big. The classrooms are small, and we're pressed for space, but we make it work. We have a court that's smaller than normal, and our field is kind of a swamp, and the toilets sometimes are repulsive. Not to mention our technology isn't the best. But we're all really nice, and we're awfully polite, and make do with whatever we have. We're a comunity of our own, and we're proud of our reputation. I love my school and I wish I'd never have to leave, but after year eight that's it.