Luke threw his clothes on his bed, sat down and sighed. "This is impossible," he thought. He jumped on his bed and looked around his room. It was cluttered with junk: an XBOX 360, an HDTV, an old record player. Clothers were thrown everywhere, covering his entire floor and nearly engulfing the two guitars he owned.
Today Luke had to make a decision. It was time for Luke to donate some of his clothes to the Good Will again. It was his mothers' tradition every year to have him and his siblings donate their extra clothes. It was, in his mother's eyes, a way to "give back". To Luke it felt more like a big hassle.
He sifted through his shirts one more time and then decided, on impulse, to take stock of his wardrobe. He ad eighty four shirts and twenty pairs of jeans. "I guess giving away a few couldn't hurt," he thought charitably. Luke sifted through again and took out two shirts and a pair of jeans. "That oughta do it," he said aloud to himself. He bunched up the clothes, stuffed them in a bag, and put it by his door.
With nothing to do, Luke spent time picking through his remaining shirts, half of which he rarely wore, and tried them on in front of his mirror. After he got bored of staring at himself, Luke picked up one of his guitars and played for a few minutes. He got bored quickly, and put the guitar back on the ground.
Luke stared at his dark reflection on the idle television/. The TV was on his desk, which was cluttered with books, stacks of papers, and pens. He sighed to himself. "There really is nothing to do at my house," he thought imaginatively. He pulled out his cell phone just to check the time. It was noon. He glanced up at squinted at the light shining through his window. "It's too bright and it's too hot," he thought. Luke pulled his curtains together and took out his phone again. One minute past noon. No new text messages. He fired up tetris on his phone and began to play mindlessly. "This is going to be a long day," he thought.
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