No one home
I walked. The cornflakes I had had obviously filled me up, as it was now noon and I haven’t eaten since.
The hall, in which I walked, was neverending, but doors led off into separate rooms.
Door 21. I took out my key, unlocked the door and went in. My drum still sat there, unused. The wall is painted with lions, where they once danced.
I took out the tape, showing my 8th birthday, and pushed it into my TV. My face appeared on the scratched screen. “ This is so exciting!” I cried.
But my parents aren't here to give me presents anymore. They’re dead...
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