HOTH Season 1, Part 3

Hang on to Hope
Season 1, Part 3

“This is your room, you have the best one in my opinion,” Amy told me once we were upstairs.

“Take a look at the bedspread,” I snorted to myself. “Soooo 70’s.”

I saw Amy and Jackson look at each other uneasily.

“Well, um, you can unpack your things in the drawers and hang out until…supper,” Amy quietly spoke.

Then they left.

I plopped my bag on the bed and took a look around. It was a rather pretty area, with a bedside table with a drawer in it, a Chinese lantern looking light hanging from the ceiling, and of course the bed. It was a bright shade of yellow, with a double-sided bedspread. It looked old – older than 70’s. My guess is that is was some great grandmother’s quilt passed down from generation to generation.

Overall, it was a nice room.

I sat on my bed after putting a few things in the drawer, browsing around on my phone.

Then I stuck some headphones in my old mP3 player, and calmed down with a few instrumental pieces.

(Here’s what I listened to – it’s called Full of Inspiration.)

“Issa, time for supper!” Amy called sometime later, coming into my room.

“P.U.! What is that smell?!” I exclaimed, pinching my nose.

“It’s steamed broccoli…” Amy answered, rosy red color coming to her cheeks.

“Oh my gosh, I think my nose is clogged. Ew ew ew ew ewwwwwwwwwwwww…….I have a sinus infection……My NOSE IS IN AGONY!!!!!”

“Issa, there’s no call for such words!”

“Says who?”

“…Wash up in the bathroom. Come to supper quickly.” Amy left the room in disgust.

I knew it. I’m getting kicked out of here.

To be continued.