“Oh my God,” These words slip from my tongue as I walk in Theresa's small yet adequate room. There's a huge book shelf on the side, and on the floor are more books than one can carry across this room.
Her bed was a simple single fitting person on the floor. It was a white covered mattress with one pillow tucked under it – it was obvious. I mean, who couldn't notice that huge lump on the thick comforters?
On the other side of the room was a table, a long one but it was old and wickety but it still held onto the countless of books. On her oak chair there were also books sitting on it instead of a soft cushion.
“Does no one read at this manor or what?” I hear Aiden sigh. In just a few steps, maybe eight or nine, he reaches the bed and sits on it only to be punched in the arm by Johnny who
