Chapter Thirty-One: Maxxie

My room was always a safe haven. No matter how bad life got, those walls painted the colour of cream were always there to protect me. When my parents got divorced, off I went to that room, crawled into bed, and thought that the world was going to end in that instant. But things got better. I had some more good memories. Soon my room was just a place where I slept. It had no special meaning.