Max looked up at the humongous Christmas tree. Its decoration was mainly red, the alarming amount of presents under it matched the decor.
Maxums rolled his shoulders and looked up at the tree for a moment, then shrugged, and dashed up the stairs.
Max glanced up the stairs, then followed.
The hall was empty so he moved to the open door. He surveyed Maxums room and wondered if the room was always that messy or had someone done it.
The mattress had been thrown off the bed and was leaning on one of the blue walls, there was close on the floor, some still had hangers, the blue hamster cage was tossed on the floor by the bed, the brown shavings littered the floor.
Maxums looked over at him angry, but didn’t say anything. Max accepted that, he wouldn’t know what to say if someone tore up his room. The only way his space had been violated when someone had turned his bed into it’s couch shape. Max stepped into the room hoping he wouldn’t fall on his face.
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Fri Sep 26, 2008 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |
