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When I quickly look around my school desk, the first thing that catches my eye is the behemoth bulletin board. With all my story plots and character names pinned proudly up. Maybe the reason I see so clearly is, because it looms right above my head. Right out of my reach, it dangles on a single nail. Swaying at a snails pace in the slight breeze of the air-conditioning. The books on my desk raise little attention. Just enough brilliance to catch me during my observation of the area. Standing motionless, their titles shine plainly on their mute covers. Most of them are about writing, my newest hobby. The small, chocolate stuffed bunny is also in my sight. Sitting as stationary as the books close by. It gaze doesn't stray, looking blindly straight ahead. The immense, black C.D. holder stands tall at the edge of the desk. Tons of C.D.s are stacked in three lines. Perfectly organized, ready to be used. And my old, gray calculator is blank. The pens lay scattered on my desk. Their colors are of the rainbow. They do not move. Like many other objects on my desk, the action "movement" is very rare.
I smell nothing in this musty part of the house. Except from the teapot, that every once in a while spews the incense of the flavor of the tea. But noise thrives. A song that sounds like Gregorian Chants, play continuously on my computer. And the occasional voices of my brother's video game echoes in the background. The none stop clicking of his mouse rings in my ear. Frequent taps of my mom's keyboarded, also enters the symphony of noise.
Half my life has been spent in this basement where my school desk stands. With all its sights, sounds, and smells.
