Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The big house.



My friend Kia moved to a big new house. I was desperate to come over. I slowly drew a picture of the house in my head. Finally with my heart thumping, I went to visit. Squeak, the white door open.
“Hi!” Kia said happily.
“Come in” she led me to the living room. My mouth was almost about to fall off.
“What a huge house!” I envied.
“Do you use all this room?” I asked pointing to a white door.
“Yeah.” She replied.
Kia flung open one of the rooms. I was shocked. No nothing? I bet this house is not homey and cozy I thought.
Suddenly I thought if having a big house is better. My eye’s looked around again.
My brain ran to the time I argued to my parents, our house is small. Arguing to move.
My cheeks turned red as an apple.
“Hello?” Kia putted her hands in front of my face wiggling them.
“Sorry. Um… I’ve got to go now. See you tomorrow!” I raced to the door.
Big house aren’t always good, but a home like mine is better.

By: Yeji