A/N: so this is the final draft of my english class short story! A huge thank you to everyone who read it and gave advice! I am a lot more happy with this draft. I changed the ending and the whole thing has about 300 more words of detail.
tagging some people who either helped with the story or read the last draft (you don’t have to read this but I thought I’d tag just in case!) @fiery-feyre @highladyfxyre @queen-archeron @dreamilyzealousbird @justasimplereader @darlingfireheart @lyannablackbeak @aelin-and-feyre @a-canadian-fae @wingsofanillyrian @tntwme @eternally-reading
“Hey,” Nora called as she pushed open the front door, “is anyone home?” The house was quiet, but that didn’t mean much with her family, who usually shut themselves in their rooms as soon as they got home. The foyer was a mess of scattered shoes and abandoned bags, and Nora added her own shoes to the pile before draping her coat over the stair railing.
“I’m in my room!” Marci, Nora’s younger sister by two years, called from her corner of the house on the top floor.
The rest of the house, which was three floors and a basement, was about as messy as the foyer. Ten residents’ worth of clutter filled every surface, and while it appeared to outsiders that the house was dirty or out of order, there was a method to the madness. Everything had a place and could be found easily, if only you knew where to look. For example, Nora knew she could find her middle school yearbook in a box under a pile of DVDs in the living room, not that she would ever need it.
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