A house full of noise (my first english composition)
I live in a house full of noise. I house full of noisy and fuzzy people. You see i share my daily life with four people and a cat, a very lazy cat. Although the house is big, even in my room, it is dificult to have two hours of silence and peace.
First thing, my grandfather room is very near my room.and he speaks in his sleep. During the nigth he wakes up and starts to shout at the cat, that was able to enter his room.
In the other room close to mine sleeps my sister. She is twenty years old , but she stills suffer from a late teenage crisis. So she tends to enter my room, just to talk, about something, about nothing. Sometimes in the middle of the nigth, she wakes up and came to my room , followed by the cat and they slide into my bed.
And if it isn´t these two, there´s my mother that comes see me to demand explanation, why my room is the usuall chao, why this and why that, or just to taklk.
i think my father is the only one that doesn´t have this tradition, of ivanding my room.
And these minions are not the only ones, from time to time, my older sister, her bioyfriend and their little sin visits us.
although i complain about all this noise, when, when the house is empty and i´m left alone with my silence. I tend to feel lonely, and i miss all that noise and rumbling. So i decided to face this messy family with a smile and patience otherwise, living in the room, in the middle of the corridor, wouldn´t be worth it, wouldn´t have the protective feeling.
First thing, my grandfather room is very near my room.and he speaks in his sleep. During the nigth he wakes up and starts to shout at the cat, that was able to enter his room.
In the other room close to mine sleeps my sister. She is twenty years old , but she stills suffer from a late teenage crisis. So she tends to enter my room, just to talk, about something, about nothing. Sometimes in the middle of the nigth, she wakes up and came to my room , followed by the cat and they slide into my bed.
And if it isn´t these two, there´s my mother that comes see me to demand explanation, why my room is the usuall chao, why this and why that, or just to taklk.
i think my father is the only one that doesn´t have this tradition, of ivanding my room.
And these minions are not the only ones, from time to time, my older sister, her bioyfriend and their little sin visits us.
although i complain about all this noise, when, when the house is empty and i´m left alone with my silence. I tend to feel lonely, and i miss all that noise and rumbling. So i decided to face this messy family with a smile and patience otherwise, living in the room, in the middle of the corridor, wouldn´t be worth it, wouldn´t have the protective feeling.