“Perfect now?” Patrick asks as I look around the room.
Besides for the bare walls I do like it. It’s not really anything like my old bedroom, but it feels like home, especially with my books surrounding me, even if they are packed in stacks on the floor on the one side of the room.
“Yeah… The walls look a little bit bare,” I answer. “But that doesn’t matter. It will come in time.”
They say time flies, but I had no idea how quickly six weeks would pass in the blink of an eye. Mister Watson swears it’s because I have been putting in every available minute into my schoolwork, trying to catch up on everything I had missed while I was busy skipping school.
“I can fix that baby,” Patrick says as he stands up from the mattress in the corner, my makeshift bed until we can afford to buy a proper one.
“What do you mean?” I ask a little bit confused as he reaches for his backpack, opening the zip.
“The bare walls,” he answers as he pulls out his polaroid camera.