«Master Jace, your mother has strictly ordered me not to let her leave the house until you've finished tidying up her room,» Mrs. Morales — the cleaning lady — informs me in an authoritative voice.
By now, I no longer sleep — well, I pretend to sleep — in my own room. But a teenager's bedroom isn't just a place to sleep; it's a refuge where the passions of the person who lives there are gathered.
And just like Kimberly's room, overflowing with ancient books, mine too is full of the things I like — and no, it's not what one might think.
There are no posters of naked women on the walls, nor a well-stocked supply of adult movies. You might not believe it, but my room is crammed full of video games — especially fighting games.
Tidying up means taking everything that's on the floor and stuffing it into the first drawer I can find — basically moving the mess from the floor to a less visible place.
Thanks to this little trick, I manage to tidy up my room in record time.
