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  After we shopped Thursday we all started putting our rooms together. It is now the major project before we start school. Hopefully we can get it all done before schools starts because I don't feel like trying to do this while do school work as well.

  So far I have finished my bed, painting the walls and decorated one of them. My bed is a black trundle bed that is parallel to the wall it is placed against and has black pillows and sheets. There are two throw blaneckts (one is Gir and the other Is Nightmare Before Christams) then there is a Hunger Games pillow. On top of the pillow is a little dog stuffed animal I had since I was three.

  I painted my walls read and black, but my bathroom door and closet door, and entrense are painted with markerboard paint so I can draw on them. Over the bed are a few poster. Nightmare Before Christam, Ouran Host club, and other tv show, video games, books, and movie poster litter that wall and part of the one connected to it.

 Beside my bed is a small black dresser. It has a Doctor Who lamp and sketch book on it, with nothing inside it just yet.

  It has been a long day trying to get my room together, All I smell is paint. But one thing that keeps coming back to mind is the guy from the store. He was hot, but there was something about him that just..I don't know. I just can't stop thinking about him.

"MAX! GET DOWN HERE! TIME FOR DINNER!" Mom screams.

"COMING!"

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   Everyone was already sitted around the tabl. Each one of us had  paint on thrier hands and clothes, some even on their face (only Ari really, but still). As I look around the room Isee a broken family, but I think it will all work I in the end. Or atleat that is what I hope for.