Her bed was uncomfortable but still she likes sleeping on it. It has big, rat-looking holes and springs coming out from it and still she doesn’t care about it. That is Samantha’s bed. It has been honoured to her since she was 5 years old and now, she is 18 years old already. Her life always full of misery since her parents got crashed in an accident, as she grows up with her nasty, unfriendly aunt.
Her room is furnished with shaky, hard-wooden chair, a small study table with a broken, cracked table lamp’s lid beside it and also with her happy times photos with her family. But her room smells like in heaven. There is a vase of white roses with potpourri by the windows and the colours of the walls are calm too as it is her favourite colour, light orange. She always has been the neatest and tidiest person since she was born. Her books on the shelves are kept neatly with alphabetical orders, her bed being tucked-in, the arrangement of disappointing furniture are in the best positions also her clothes, which are not a lot are kept tidy in her closet. Her one pair of torn shoes which is behind the door is and always has been her favourite to wear at any place even in school.
Her one and only best friend has always been her enormous story book which is by Charles Dickens. She mostly read it by her table lamp as the light in her room is quite dim but she likes that way as she feels the calmness and peace in her lonely room.
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