Sentence Seeds

Victoria tapped her foot impatiently against the tiled floor, watching as the workers walked back and forth, carrying the furniture from their truck and into the house. She wasn't even in the stage of directing them where to put the things, and it already took them so much time.

"Are you done yet?" she asked, staring at the clock, fidgeting slightly. She had to prepare dinner soon if she wanted everything to go according to plan, and she couldn't just go to the kitchen while those men were still around in her living room.

"There, this is the last," one of the men said as he put an end table into the living room. "So where do you want us to put these, ma'am?"

"Here's a layout," Victoria said as she handed them a piece of paper. "I wrote everything you need to know there. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

"Vicky!" a voice called and the owner barreled into the newly-painted house. The smell of paint and plaster was still so fresh that it was almost suffocating. "Why didn't you tell me you were just moving? I could help!"

"I hired these men for a reason, you know," Victoria said in annoyance. "But if you want to help them out, sure, be my guest."

Sentence Seeds

The balloon lifted off the ground, quickly leaving the mud-filled path. After being forced down by the beating rain, the flame finally got strong enough to fill the balloon with enough hot air to fly up again. The basket was relieved from all the extra weight to keep them from coming down again.

Shouts filled the air, struggling to win in volume against the thunderstorm raging above. Lightnings struck and thunders roared. They were lucky to avoid all of the strikes, lest their balloon burned, but the relief didn't last long. They had to get out of this storm.

"Hold on tight!" the woman shouted as she threw out the bags of sand attached to the basket to keep them down. "Don't let go whatever happens!"

The boy grabbed the edge of the basket tightly and ducked down, huddling himself to feel warmer. He stared up and saw the woman still struggling to keep them up and away from the storm. At that time, he finally saw how strong she really was, not only mentally, but also physically.

"Vicky I want to help," the boy said as he gripped the edge even tighter and looked up determinedly at the woman. "What can I do?"

"Just stay there and don't get thrown out," Victoria said. "I don't know what I'd do if you get thrown out."

"But--"

"We'll get out of this storm soon."

Five minutes after she said that, the storm died down and the rainbow came.

Bedroom Tour

As she was taught to be a proper lady ever since she could barely walk, she was also taught how to take care of her own room. Unlike rooms where you'd wince the first time you took a step into it, her room would induce awe instead. In relation to her love for simplistic objects, the furniture and personal belongings were simple.

There were only a bed, a wardrobe, a vanity table, and a desk in the room. The bases were made from the best mahogany wood, and the covers were cream-colored. The window sat right beside the queen-sized bed, the sunlight streaming right through the sky blue-colored fabric of the curtain.

She took extreme care in taking care of her own room. The bed cover was without crease, and the room overall without dust. Every morning she would take extra time to clean her room and keep it that way.

The vanity table wasn't littered with cosmetic products like other women. There was only a comb, moisturizing cream, and sun block. It was the desk that was littered with many things, ranging from notebooks to textbooks.

She never thought that her bedroom is any special, but her friends thought otherwise. Really, it's the opinion of others that matters.