Howl's Moving Castle
The Neighbor’s Club
In
Howl’s Moving Castle
It was a fine Saturday morning inside the Neighbor’s club gloomy and messy house. Looking around, each was busy doing whatever task they preferred to do. I got up and went over the small desk where my- I meant our- pencil sharpener is located. The small grey table had big, old books piled up in its right. Each slightly tilted and covered with thick layers of dust. I grabbed the sharpener on the top drawer.
Maybe cleaning won’t be a bad idea.
I quickly dropped both my pencil and sharpener and find my way to the cleaning closet to get the feather duster. I slowly opened the door, revealing the least visited place in the mansion. (It fits with its size, okay?) Piles of unused floor wax- that I swore have already expired- on the right, and brooms, mops and other cleaning materials scattered on the left.
Feather duster, where art thou?
I went out silently coughing because of dust. I walked slowly back to the grey desk with a feather duster in my right hand. I quickly passed through the dining area or the mess hall. The sweet smell of pancakes, waffles and bacon then filled my lungs. I turned right on our main hall to find Imma busily cooking whatever food the rest would request.
“I want… eggs!” said Katrina as she gently picked up the napkin that was once neatly folded.
“I swear, you guys are trying to empty our fridge!” Imma shouted while cracking two eggs for Katrina.
“It isn’t our fault if we want different breakfasts. Now pass me those bacons!” Averylle said reaching for a big pile of bacon
“I think I’m hungry for Chinese food…” JC suddenly said. Imma sneered. Her big eyes blazed from anger. “Oh come on! And I’m guessing you want Thai food?” she said gesturing at me.
“No, I’m good.”
“You sure, Thea? You haven’t eat anything, have you?” asked Ervin as he swallowed pasta. Wait pasta?
“You’re eating pasta?”
“Yup.”
“For breakfast?” Ervin gave an evil smile as he looked at Imma. Her
In
Howl’s Moving Castle
It was a fine Saturday morning inside the Neighbor’s club gloomy and messy house. Looking around, each was busy doing whatever task they preferred to do. I got up and went over the small desk where my- I meant our- pencil sharpener is located. The small grey table had big, old books piled up in its right. Each slightly tilted and covered with thick layers of dust. I grabbed the sharpener on the top drawer.
Maybe cleaning won’t be a bad idea.
I quickly dropped both my pencil and sharpener and find my way to the cleaning closet to get the feather duster. I slowly opened the door, revealing the least visited place in the mansion. (It fits with its size, okay?) Piles of unused floor wax- that I swore have already expired- on the right, and brooms, mops and other cleaning materials scattered on the left.
Feather duster, where art thou?
I went out silently coughing because of dust. I walked slowly back to the grey desk with a feather duster in my right hand. I quickly passed through the dining area or the mess hall. The sweet smell of pancakes, waffles and bacon then filled my lungs. I turned right on our main hall to find Imma busily cooking whatever food the rest would request.
“I want… eggs!” said Katrina as she gently picked up the napkin that was once neatly folded.
“I swear, you guys are trying to empty our fridge!” Imma shouted while cracking two eggs for Katrina.
“It isn’t our fault if we want different breakfasts. Now pass me those bacons!” Averylle said reaching for a big pile of bacon
“I think I’m hungry for Chinese food…” JC suddenly said. Imma sneered. Her big eyes blazed from anger. “Oh come on! And I’m guessing you want Thai food?” she said gesturing at me.
“No, I’m good.”
“You sure, Thea? You haven’t eat anything, have you?” asked Ervin as he swallowed pasta. Wait pasta?
“You’re eating pasta?”
“Yup.”
“For breakfast?” Ervin gave an evil smile as he looked at Imma. Her