We followed the old man, Alfred down the hallway, our footsteps echoing across the silent house. Finally we arrived in the large living room, and Alfred turned to face us. “You must be starving.” Wally nodded eagerly. “There is some comida in the kitchen, tu can fix yourselves a little snack, then get to bed. Megan, Artemis, Nathan, Connor, and Kaldur, tu can share the three guest rooms. Robin and Wally, tu will be sleeping in Dick’s room, and Fin and Aisling will be sharing Kyra’s room. Please get to cama quickly. It’s quite late.”
We all nodded, Robin gave a small yawn, and Wally bounded towards the kitchen. “He’s actually not that bad,” I whispered to Fin. “For an old person, I mean. Not to be judgemental o anything. He’s really nice.” Fin nodded, but dicho nothing.
“Do tu want to get a snack, o should we get to bed?”
Fin yawned. “I’m pretty tired. Let’s go to bed. Hey, I think I know how to get to Kyra’s room.”
I was laying on my stomach on the bottom bunk; Fin had taken the parte superior, arriba one. The curtains were drawn on the large windows, and the room was lit with a dim glow from the lamp on the desk. From the moment that I had stepped into Kyra Grayson’s bedroom, I was struck with awe at the sheer size of it. It measured at least 500 square feet, maybe even closer to 600, and the walls were painted a pale baby blue. Fin was listening to her iPod, and I was staring at the plush, carpeted floor, when the door opened softly. Alfred stood in the doorway, and we both turned to face him. Although I remained indifferent, Fin smiled sweetly at the man. “Good night,” she dicho softly.
“Good night,” Alfred replied. He was mustering a smile, although I noticed that his eyes remained dark and cold. He flicked off the light, and closed the door, leaving us bathed in darkness.
“G’night, Fin,” I said.
“‘night, Aish,” she replied, her voice slightly muffled por the pillow. I rolled over and slipped into a deep, dreamless, sleep.
We all nodded, Robin gave a small yawn, and Wally bounded towards the kitchen. “He’s actually not that bad,” I whispered to Fin. “For an old person, I mean. Not to be judgemental o anything. He’s really nice.” Fin nodded, but dicho nothing.
“Do tu want to get a snack, o should we get to bed?”
Fin yawned. “I’m pretty tired. Let’s go to bed. Hey, I think I know how to get to Kyra’s room.”
I was laying on my stomach on the bottom bunk; Fin had taken the parte superior, arriba one. The curtains were drawn on the large windows, and the room was lit with a dim glow from the lamp on the desk. From the moment that I had stepped into Kyra Grayson’s bedroom, I was struck with awe at the sheer size of it. It measured at least 500 square feet, maybe even closer to 600, and the walls were painted a pale baby blue. Fin was listening to her iPod, and I was staring at the plush, carpeted floor, when the door opened softly. Alfred stood in the doorway, and we both turned to face him. Although I remained indifferent, Fin smiled sweetly at the man. “Good night,” she dicho softly.
“Good night,” Alfred replied. He was mustering a smile, although I noticed that his eyes remained dark and cold. He flicked off the light, and closed the door, leaving us bathed in darkness.
“G’night, Fin,” I said.
“‘night, Aish,” she replied, her voice slightly muffled por the pillow. I rolled over and slipped into a deep, dreamless, sleep.
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