It was the age old story. Boy makes friends, boy had to move. He had argued with his parents many times, but they wouldn’t give in.
So many memories filled the halls of the apartment he had lived in for 13 years. Holidays, birthdays, parties. You name it, it was held at 513 10th Avenue, NY NY , Apatment 23.
He had grown up in his room, wheter he was reading books or talking on the phone. He looked over to the corner where his favorite thing of all sat silently. The pipe , that had been damaged . His step-father had tried to fix it , but he said no. It was a memory of the abuse he used to take in when his birth father lived there.
He left the room with a sigh, as his parents told hin that the cab was outside. This was goodbye.
He walked through the doorway, and took one last look at the corner. He walked out and closed the door. He hoped the next owner of this room figured out, and used, the powers of the pipe.