“Yes, you can go and sleep over, but only if you promise me not to do something dangerous”

This is the moment that I have been waiting for a long, long time. My mom finally agreed to let go of me from her terrible grips. I flied into my room. My rooms were filled with toys and books, but it is small after all. If you lived in my house, you won’t be able to walk into my room. Crash! Bonk! Crash! I packed up all my belongings…wait, no; I packed up everything for the holy and secret meeting. As I look into my room, everything was scattered on the floor.

“Whatever! I’ll just go head and leave the house” mumbling as I took backpack.

 You’ll probably wonder what kind of items were for the meeting. Of course, we’re brining 1/8 anime model, for discussion.  As I open the window, I can smell the sudden fresh and warm air, blowing into my frozen room, which backend me to leave the house.   If you were at my house, you would have seen a tiny guy (me) with an enormous backpack at his back (Too much things to bring, backpacks were too large).  Stomp! Stomp! Finally, the main door was at my sight again. I reached out my trembling hand (the backpack was too heavy!!!). As the door opened, the warm wind, again, granted me indescribable passion about the sacred meeting. My shoes carried my to the basement of the building, which mom was driving me to the meeting. I still can remember that moment. I stepped into the car with excitement.