Carrie Woods
Carrie looked up at what was to be her new home and smiled. She carried her three bags of belongings and her easel into the house. She looked around at the main entrance and staircase and the kitchen and dining room to her right and the living room to her left. She ascended the stairs up to the second floor. Carrie was the first one at the house so she figured she would choose her room first. She chose the room with the most windows, facing the backyard full of flowers. It was perfect for painting--lots of light and lots of inspiration. She set her easel down by the window and threw two of her bags onto her bed. She set the other bag down by her easel, as it was filled with paint, a few canvases, paintbrushes, notebooks, pencils, and oil pastels. Carrie looked around at her room, there was a bed in the center, a closet to the left of the bed, a desk across from the bed, a dresser to the right of the bed, and now her easel standing by the windows. Walking down the hall, Carrie noticed that each of the rooms was furnished more or less the same. There were five other rooms, and she smiled at the thought of the five other people she was going to share this house with. This year was going to be much better than last year, when she had been paired up with some random girl in a dormitory, who turned out to be a mean slob. Carrie walked down the stairs and looked out the window next to the front door, anxious for her the five others to arrive at their new home.