Beginning of Essay
"I can't find my pink Guess jacket!" Sure as the day lasts for twenty-four long hours, I knew that it couldn't possibly be in my room, or could it be? The last time I saw it, it hung on a white hanger, closest to the left wall of my closet. It couldn't just va ....

Middle of Essay
.... lost in the thick brown carpeting, necklaces, earings, barrettes and more strung out from end to end of my room. Fallen pushpins in the bed from the cluttered bulletin board above, suspended by one thin wire, swaying with the slightest breath of air. An overwhelming stench, sweaty tennis socks, last night's dinner, or the mildewed plant, I couldn't figure out where it came from. Spider webs neatly spun where the walls and ceiling meet gave a gloomy feeling to the whole room. Shoes more shoes then I ever knew I owned scattered carelessly. Hiking boots, tennis shoes, pumps, sandals, and more everywhere. The trashcan exploded with junk m ....