Walking down the street, splashing my feet in the water and knocking over the cans while cars squash them. As I walked in the door silence appeared I jumped on each step up to my room, and dumped my bag on the floor. I went on my laptop and started playing games I heard a squeak, from the trap door. I went down and bumped my head and I have a bruise. Then I looked down at the table and there was a cake I tasted it I just couldn’t eat something so disgusting like pepper, socks, and poo.