My Visit to katerine's house

      “Honk, honk.” I raced to the door. My friend was here to pick me up and bring me to her house! I threw myself into their gray car, but when I touched the door handle I found out it was a white car just covered with a mixture of rotting bugs and dust. Disgusted I sat down only to find that cockroaches had taken that seat. I jumped into the back and tried to ignore the smell of puke engulfing me. By the time I was at Katherine’s I’d wished I had stayed home. Then I looked at her house. It was a sickly shade of green that only could be caused by mold. It stunk like a trash heap and with the mixture of weeds and rusty gardening tools lying about I wasn’t sure how anyone could live there. Katherine’s mother cried out in a scratchy voice like nails on a chalkboard “Come on in.” Grimacing I climbed up the steps of the porch each one screeching. I reached for the door handle one hand on my nose and opened the door. On the other side there stood my clean and well groomed friend. When I looked around she looked like black on white. It was trashed. Old cheesecake hung from the ceiling and the contents of the fridge were out and rotting. My nose was used to smelly (thanks to my brother) but this was worse. I ran up the stairs, but when I put my hand on the rail I found gum blackened with age clinging to a dusty rail. I galloped into a room that was clean as a whistle. Clearly this was my friend’s room. Katherine strode into the room looking as disgusted as I did. We laughed. Katherine gasped “I’m going to warn you the pool’s dirty, but if you want to you can hop on in.” Wanting to become sanitary again I threw on my pink and blue swimsuit and flew out the screen door into the pool area. The pool was literally a trash can. The water was a brownish green from dirt and algae. Dead bugs, lizards and gophers floated. From what my nose was telling me I could have sworn I was being smothered by a million fish heads. Politely I stammered “I-I think I’d rather play in your room please.”

      After hours of playing my mom picked me up. That day I promised myself that I would only have play dates at my house.