My Room

Five years ago my family was going through some house renovations. My sister was going to move into my room and I was going to move down stairs into our once toy room. At first I was scared, all I could think about was being alone. I felt like my family was so far from me. But I did it anyway, knowing i was the big sister and should do the right think. I got to pick out my wall colors and everything that went into my bedroom and now, 5 years later, its my getaway place. My room isn't just a room anymore, its my own little art show. I can sit in my room all day just drawing and painting without a care in the world. Its like my own little world. Now I love being downstairs.