the necklace
It was an early Saturday morning and I was awakened by the fresh smell of laundry and all the clean clothes my mom had put on my dresser. I don’t usually like waking up early on the weekends, but it always seems to happen. My mom will try everything in her power to make as much noise to bother the shit out of me and then I will have a reason to wake up. I moved around my bedroom and started to clean things around me. I sat folding all my clothes in a pile. My room always seems to get out of hand, I still don’t understand why. I was trying to put everything were it belonged but yet there was no more room for all the stuff I owned .