Creative Writing Assignment-Memoir: Setting

Small cramped room, with a solitary window clouded over with plastic to keep the heat in. Four walls painted a light sea foam blue, yes sea foam blue not green. One white beam above the window, with the words “Sing me back home-The Hag” scrawled across it in clumsy cursive. I painted that a few weeks back, to make the room more mine and sort of as a rebellious act against my step mom. The head of the bed is pressed against the far corner and the foot rests under the window, I feel safer away from the door and backed in a corner. The multicolored scrap quilt my grandma Bert made me, using scraps of clothing and handkerchiefs from my great-grandparents, lay on my queen-sized bed. My room isn’t exactly dirty, but cluttered. A plastic tub full of books, school supplies and other odds and ends sit at the foot of my bed against the third wall not leaving an inch between wall, tub or bed. Then there’s my stereo, black three piece 5-Cd disk changer with two tape deck. On the top is my little ceramic pug figurine my dad bought me, with my class ring resting next to it and my senior key swirled around the two. They are still on the radio because I haven’t put them back on since I went to bed last night. In the corner next to the stereo is my “dresser.” Really it is just 4 or 5 small shelves I have to roll my clothes up and place them on. There’s no room for an actual dresser or anything bigger the three feet wide shelving that sits nestled in between the corner and the tall freezer next to the door. The carpet is thin and threadbare, some dark blue color. I never cared for it, so I’m glad only a five foot rectangle path of it was visible.
Above my bed is the room’s one decoration, my dad’s old Stetson. Slowly losing it’s shape from non-use but I still love it because it was his. Every week or so I sneak into the bathroom and steal his Old Spice aftershave and sprinkle some on the hat because I miss the smell during the week…and lately the weekends. Holding oneself captive is a bit harder than one may think. My forgotten room is chilly as the heater doesn’t quite reach me from the living room two rooms down, but not too bad; or I’m just so used to the cold I no longer feel it. I don’t want to go outside the plain brown door, I know what waits for me. my step mom throwing me disgusted looks as she cares for my toddling brother, my younger brother no longer speaking just sitting in a chair waiting for breakfast. Then dad, the man I’ve only known for a few years (off and on at that) cooking dinner completely oblivious to the melancholy of his children. It is early morning on a Saturday, Dad was home and cooking his stupendous hash-browns. Bacon and eggs were sizzling on a second griddle and the smells wafting in under the door were driving me mad with hunger. Dad was trying to earn brownie points with me as I could hear “Swinging” by John Anderson blaring from the big stereo in the living room. Slowly I grab a pair of blue jeans and pull them on, grab my necklace and ring. Dressed and no longer feeling naked without my ring, I paint my smile of conformity on my face and prepare for another day of lies and avoidance. I place my hand on the round silver door-handle, and pull hard against the sticky jam. “Good morning.”

Land of the Midnight Sun

In the land of the midnight sun
You are surrounded by eternal light.
Light that almost haunts you and makes it seem like you can do nothing.
You do nothing, for you can’t find anything to do, but sit and watch.
Watch the people with normal fulfilling lives get up and go.
Go to work, go to play, go and live.
Live with friends and family and while you’re watching you start to wonder,
Wonder if your move here was right.
Was it right to move away from all of your new found friends and life long ones?
Friends that had stuck by you through everything?
Everything you left behind you sit and wonder was it worth it?
Worth losing touch of everyone you cared about?
Everyone you cared about in the end will still love you when you go back.
Go back to visit or to stay they will be there for you till the very end.
The very end is far off. Spend the time you have making it joyous and remember,
Remember that very soon the sun must set in the land of the midnight sun.