Mark throw down his bag as he stepped across the threshold, It felt strange to be home. He had gotten so used to life in the dorm that the empty house seemed uncomfortably quiet. His parents had already left and his sister was still at school, though it would not be long before she came waltzing through the door. Walking through the house he noticed how little had changed since he left for collage, It was if time had stood still waiting for his return.
Shrugging he retraced his steps back out to the hallway and retrieved his bag, grunting at the weight he slung it over his shoulder and trekked up he stairs, Kicking open the door to his room he smiled, Everything was exactly as he had left it, Dropping his bag he kicked it into he corner of the room as he made his way to the desk and lifted the camera from around his neck and carefully set down.
It was his prize possession, Not that it was anything particularly special but it had cost him a small fortune. Photography was his one true passion and he hoped to turn it into a profession, once he finished collage.
Throwing himself down on his bed he sprawled out staring up at the ceiling, He must have dozed off cause the next thing her remembered was hearing the front door slam and the patter of feet in the hallway âHey Squirtâ he called out, Smiling as he used the nickname he knew his sister despised âIâm up hereâ.
Shrugging he retraced his steps back out to the hallway and retrieved his bag, grunting at the weight he slung it over his shoulder and trekked up he stairs, Kicking open the door to his room he smiled, Everything was exactly as he had left it, Dropping his bag he kicked it into he corner of the room as he made his way to the desk and lifted the camera from around his neck and carefully set down.
It was his prize possession, Not that it was anything particularly special but it had cost him a small fortune. Photography was his one true passion and he hoped to turn it into a profession, once he finished collage.
Throwing himself down on his bed he sprawled out staring up at the ceiling, He must have dozed off cause the next thing her remembered was hearing the front door slam and the patter of feet in the hallway âHey Squirtâ he called out, Smiling as he used the nickname he knew his sister despised âIâm up hereâ.