Snippet #1854496

Roy looked around and then headed towards a back room. He opened the door to a single bed and a desk with notebooks all over it. He smiled. Posters hung up on the walls, posters of bands, and of wolves, and of mystical creatures. He was a weird kid, but he didn't really care. He looked at the bed, it was exactly the way he left it, dirty. He never made his bed. He didn't really care though. He inspected the bed to make sure that no bugs or wildlife had destroyed it. He quickly changed the bedding into something that he brought, something more clean.

He smiled and then laid on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling. There was a picture of this mother up there. It was small, but he could still see the smile on her face. No one else knew about his mother. They asked, but he had just said/wrote down, that he missed her and like to have her picture along. It was the truth, but it meant something totally different to him. He really missed his mother, and he could never see her again. He closed his eyes and that thought and then turned over in his bed. He sat up and suddenly sneezed because of the dust.