A magical place

Has your home ever done anything magical? Mine has. Home is magically peaceful because you can do whatever you want, but you can only do whatever you want if it's a good choice. When it's almost the end of the school day, I start to get excited and I daydream about the amazing things I'm gonna do at home. When the loud, noisy school bell rings, I know it's time to go home. I run as fast as I can. Faster than a cheetah. I see a green chair, so I scream woohoo! It reminds me, I am almost home. As I run to the hall and I slam the shiny, gittery door open, I drop my bookbag in the hall. Then I twirl around feeling the strong, fresh, soft, breeze. When I go to the kitchen I smell juicy roast chicken and plain white rice cooking in a pot. When we gather around the table. I smell all the delicious food like a blanket covering me. We tell stories. It's like memories in a treasure chest, when you tell a story that happened, the treasure chest opens. We play board games . It's like our little clubhouse. We play every game. It's like my sister screaming cause she lost a game . We also have movie nights. Where we all gobble some butter pop corn. It also sounds like my sister laughing because a funny scene happened . When I go to my room, I can do anything, the only problem is my sister takes my stuff without asking. She's like an alarm clock that rings when she wants something. I think about my bedroom as a nest. It’s cozy and warm, magically keeping me safe.