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New State, New #life - Chapter 4 I open the door to the first room. I look around and see just as my dad had said, bed, dresser, all the 'fixings'. The room does not match the broken down, rugged look of the rest of it. It's been redone with all new furniture and paint. I go to the two doors on the other side of the room. I open one, nothing but a closet. I poke around the back of it, but find no secret door. To the next room i go. This one has everything also, all refurnished. I walk quietly to the corner of the room where a odd shaped closet sets. I open it up and look inside. Nothing. 'Of course not' I think, realizing there are probably no secret doors or corridors. But I refuse to give up hope. I skim the walls of the room, but find nothing. The last room is less flashy. 'Must not have gotten to this room yet' I think. The paint on the walls are peeling slightly, and the only furniture is an antique wooden dresser. At that moment my brother comes running up the stairs, and glances quickly into each room as he makes his way to this one. He enters, takes a quick glance at the shabbiness and says, "I call the first room" and runs away. I look around more and realize it is the smaller of the three rooms. 'My parents won't be able to use this one' I think, 'guess I'm stuck with it' I walk around the room and examine it. There is a small bathroom (like the other rooms) and a medium sized closet. I open the closet and poke around in the back. My enthusiasm slipping away as I do. But suddenly, I hear a metallic *click* and my hand moves further back. My face lights up at my discovery. I look behind me, making sure no one is behind me to see my secret. Seeing no one, i step further into the deep, dark closet and through the door.

New State, New #life - Chapter 3 Arriving at the house brings more joy than I thought it would. But not because of the reasons normal people would have. I just want to get into the house and sleep with my headphones on high and phone in hand. I step out of the car, breathing in the nice, fresh air. I look up the unusually large house. It was an old house, with its pealing paint and crooked shutters, yet it looked beautiful in the moonlight. This is the only thing i like out of this whole move. Mearly because I love old houses. I was excited to explore. The tingling went away as we gathered up as many bags as we could from the car and waddled our way to the steps. My dad set down his bags and pulled out a ancient looking key. ~another perk~ I think to myself He gathers up his bags again and push the door open with his foot. Entering the beautiful house, the first thing you see is a huge spiral staircase, and a glistening chandelier. My dad flips on the light that sends the chandelier into a burst of sparkles, and the stair case into shadows. My parents and brother trug along, not noticing the beauty of it all, and stop in the center of the room to set down their bags. I do the same, but look around as I do. I see pealing wallpaper, cracked wood trim, and crooked doors. But at the same time, they all add to the beauty, and, slightly mysteriousness of the house. ~I think I like this place~ I think "Ok," my dad says, clapping his hands together in motivation, "go upstairs and decide who wants what room. There should be beds, dressers, all the fixings i each room," He accent showing slightly. I pick up my entertainment bag and head up the spiral staircase. At the top of the stairs, I am greeted by a long hallway with numerous doors, and a large window at the end. I hear my brother downstairs, trying to bargain his phone from my mom, so I take the opportunity to look for what I am hoping is here. A secret passageway.