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Between Coraline, Derek, and America, Malia's gotten most of her things settled in, and some of the rooms have been cleaned with the natural cleaning solution that Coraline had introduced. There's a couch in the main living room, opposite her TV and DVD player. Her bedroom is more or less furnished, but the other rooms are empty. The rest will have to come from her two new roommates.
That's right: two. Malia hadn't expected that, but it had worked out, and now, she's got two people to live with, to share the cost of rent with. And they're going to be here soon, to help get their things settled in and the bedrooms cleaned. As it stands, the house is looking more patchwork than not. Bits of wood that are newer, or even brand new, stand out starkly against the fading paint both inside and out. She'll have to cover it up with paint, but at least she's got plenty. In fact, she's got so much exterior paint that she doesn't know what to do with it. She just hopes it works.
She's got a bunch of different colors. She has no idea what her roommates will like, so she'd gotten options. The hardware store had told her that she could return what they don't use, because they donate it to churches and homeless shelters that need paint jobs. At least she'll get her money back.
She has paint for the inside, too. Her room is almost done, actually. She'd used a pretty, bright greenish blue that reminds her of the nearby river in the woods behind the house, when the sun hits it just right. She still has one wall to paint, but she'd needed to get away from the fumes, so she figures she can help Dany and Zuko move their things in while she waits for them to dissipate.
This place is almost home. It already feels like it. She stands outside to wait for them, taking in the sight of the building. It still needs work. The electrician has come and gone, so at least the lights don't flicker anymore. The flagstones that make up the front walk and the walkway around the back are much nicer looking, now that they're cleaned and the weeds plucked out. The front step is a little wobbly where she's got a few wood bricks holding one side up, but she's going to make Derek help her with that, she decides.
There's some pretty, creeping ivy growing tall up the side of the house. Malia feels guilty, but she's pretty sure it's going to have to come down when they paint. Maybe it'll grow back. Maybe she can ask Coraline to help her make sure it does. It adds a nice touch to the place, she thinks.
She looks down the long dirt drive when she hears something. They're coming. She feels a thrill of excitement and nerves at once, moving over to the walkway so she doesn't get in their way.
That's right: two. Malia hadn't expected that, but it had worked out, and now, she's got two people to live with, to share the cost of rent with. And they're going to be here soon, to help get their things settled in and the bedrooms cleaned. As it stands, the house is looking more patchwork than not. Bits of wood that are newer, or even brand new, stand out starkly against the fading paint both inside and out. She'll have to cover it up with paint, but at least she's got plenty. In fact, she's got so much exterior paint that she doesn't know what to do with it. She just hopes it works.
She's got a bunch of different colors. She has no idea what her roommates will like, so she'd gotten options. The hardware store had told her that she could return what they don't use, because they donate it to churches and homeless shelters that need paint jobs. At least she'll get her money back.
She has paint for the inside, too. Her room is almost done, actually. She'd used a pretty, bright greenish blue that reminds her of the nearby river in the woods behind the house, when the sun hits it just right. She still has one wall to paint, but she'd needed to get away from the fumes, so she figures she can help Dany and Zuko move their things in while she waits for them to dissipate.
This place is almost home. It already feels like it. She stands outside to wait for them, taking in the sight of the building. It still needs work. The electrician has come and gone, so at least the lights don't flicker anymore. The flagstones that make up the front walk and the walkway around the back are much nicer looking, now that they're cleaned and the weeds plucked out. The front step is a little wobbly where she's got a few wood bricks holding one side up, but she's going to make Derek help her with that, she decides.
There's some pretty, creeping ivy growing tall up the side of the house. Malia feels guilty, but she's pretty sure it's going to have to come down when they paint. Maybe it'll grow back. Maybe she can ask Coraline to help her make sure it does. It adds a nice touch to the place, she thinks.
She looks down the long dirt drive when she hears something. They're coming. She feels a thrill of excitement and nerves at once, moving over to the walkway so she doesn't get in their way.