My House

The beginning of chapter four shows a painting of a house standing alone on a prairie. The house is a cold scene. I believe the house started as one small house and then was added onto, but now is abandon.
My house was similar to the cold feeling. The house was a manufactured ranch style home. It was very plain. My mother only went outside when it was absolutely necessary. There were no flowers or perfect little vegetational arrangements at my house. My house was a boring looking house with white siding and black shutters. The structure was just as boring as the color. A rectangle with a triangle sitting on top of the house.
I recall being jealous of the other houses in my neighborhood. It was an older neighborhood for my little town, but new houses were springing up all the time. Beautiful house built with bricks and high ceilings. My favorite house had a large wrap around porch and gingerbread trim around the top. Why couldn't we live there?
Although we lived in town our house sat on three lots. There were no houses to the left or the right. This made my house look smaller than others in the neighborhood. Some people might like having all that space but, I only saw it as more grass for my brothers to mow and more sticks and walnuts for my sister and I to pick up.
We had a deck on the back of our house, but it was a waste of lumber as far as I was concerned. We had a table on the deck, but no one ever stepped foot on it unless we were sneaking out for the night. I wished my family would have sat and talked or anything on the deck. I felt sorry for it always having to be alone.
The inside of my house was about as inviting as the outside. My mother was boring with the colors of the inside as well. Mauve and country blue was pasted all over the house. The manufacturing company had offered many different colors and designs. I remember how I wanted her to choose something different for every room,but I should have known it would be droll and boring. The front room was the first room you see when you walk in. It was the biggest room in the house. It was kept company by my mother and her second husband. Like the dining room where my siblings and I ate alone, the house had one feature sat up for a reason. The master suite and our bed rooms were on opposite ends of the house.