=In her room, on the wall she had a board where she put up her best works. But right now. She worked away her time drawing her desk that was angled in a corner of her room in front of her. It wasn't the only thing in her line of vision going into her drawing pad. She stopped half way and sighed. While her room is what she wanted, she still had to use her bathroom in her old room. She'd asked her parents to have stairs leading down to the bathroom directly constructed, but they'd said no. There was a life lesson in there they'd told her that she can't remember. She got up from her bed and made the trip downstairs. Then decided to get something from the kitchen when, just past her parents room, she heard…
"Don't feel bad." Steph said, placing her hand on Travis' shoulder.
"You saw
