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My chest let out an involentary sigh of releif when I saw who parted the make shift wall. It was only Shelly. Shelly with a huge and slightly disturbing cheshire smile. My eyebrow raised itself. I didn't even ask. She'd spill sooner or later, I know she would. I rolled over to lay on my bed, making quite sure I didn't land on, or lose the Realloizis. I've really got to change that stupid name, once I figured out what it does.
"Well, I guess since you won't ask, I'll just have to tell you," I told you so,"You won't beleive this. You know Seth my older brother, right?" She asked, fully aware that I did have a bit of a crush on her brother that was only like a year older than me. Shelly continued, "Well, he's coming back from our Grandparent's for Summer Break."
My mouth was left agape. She was right, I didn't beleive this. Expecailly because I'd have to go up and live in Shelly's room to make room for Seth. And I don't knwo about you, but Shelly's room was renamed the jungle for a couple of reasons. One, she loved plants. Two, she was at the other end of the spectrum of a neat freak, aka, Me.
"No way." I stated, but that stupid smil came back and I knew it was so. "Damn. That totally sucks! You're room and me can not get along. I can see the headlines now: Roxanne O'Neil gets eaten by an Ugly Green Golblin. First line: In the room of Sophia Wright lives several Goblins and thurst for a neat freaks blood." I crossed my arms. She laughed and grabbed my bag that I didn't unpack. I knew I had to do something and my forgettfulness screwed me over again.
"Grab that matress and come on." She went out of sight.
I sighed and stripped the martress, neatly setting the beddings aside. I lifted the thing easily and trudged out of the little space I used to have for sanctuary. How in the world did I even get to stay here? Man, I guess that who ever is in charge of that gets sick ever time this happens. I don't know.
Oh right! You know Shelly's real name is Sophia? Yeah, one day in elementary, she brought her sea shell colection for show and tell. And she always had one on a necklas. Sea shells, she loved them more than plants. Hence, the name.
I was really surprised that her room was clean. Then again, if something like this was happening, her mom and dad would've made her make room. In fact, that's probably why she wasn't down there when I got there. Off cleaning her room. Just when we got everything settled, the doorbell rang: Seth was here.