Nia Rivera
I felt like a pioneer, covering new territory: a traveler exploring westward when American was untamed, Magellan on the cruel and open ocean, Neil Armstrong on the face of a deserted moon. It did actually look like the moon because the dust from the wrecking ball’s force had settled and pretty much covered everything in a 100 ft radius: plants, tools and even the grass was all covered with a faint layer of soot which made everything look grey and cold (as I imagine the moon looks when walking on its surface).
Anyway, while I was looking around this unnamed planet of (what we are assuming to be) the Stark’s former residence, I began to notice that there were pieces of furniture that had also been demolished along with the house’s frame work. This seemed curious to me because usually, people remove all their belongings before having it torn down, right?
I made it through their once-living room where the fire place half-stood, and to their kitchen, where their table lay legless under an unwired ceiling fan and about a million papers. I sat down, a little overwhelmed by the mess. I made myself feel better by comparing my house to theirs. I get overwhelmed by my mother’s overbearing rule and obsessive-compulsively-clean ways, but compared to this travesty of a home, nothing compares.
As I found myself lost in daydream, I began to notice a familiar label on the papers that were floating around the construction site and were stuck underneath the ceiling fan.
Blue Flower Heath Insurance. The documents floating around the once-kitchen were contracts and proof of property. Apparently the property was purchased from the Stark family to make room for a pharmacy (nice call,queenchuki , how did you know?!).
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