Once, a long time ago, out in the middle of a desert there was a little town. In that little town there was a small street, and on that street there was a little two-tiered house, and in that house lived a young boy named Korbyn.

Now Korbyn didn't have the best life and liked to think that it was a normal one. He liked to think that everyone hid their home life and would often create un-normal circumstances to normalise them (he secretly thought that everyone had better lives than him).

The little two-tiered house was nothing special; peeling paint, dust covered windows, a broken awning and rotting boards in the deck. Being quite cold in the winter as moths have eaten many unused items, Korbyn tended to curl in on his mattress with threadbare blankets or go visit his neighbours. He only used one room down stairs besides the kitchen and bathroom. That room was the small lounge.

Korbyn was forbidden to go upstairs and when delivering requested items to his parents he had to leave them at the top of the stairs. They never came down and he never saw them. Requests for items were written on a piece of paper and left on the top stair for him to pick up each morning.

Together the three (known) people lived in a quiet neighbourhood. There was Mrs. Murfey who lived on the right. She had a wonderful garden that was always neat and tidy although she tended to forget everything within five minutes.

Then there was the Baylinson family to the left with three children aged four, five and young Sammy who was one. They had a swing set that Korbyn would love to play on. There were always some toys strewn around the front lawn which would annoy Korbyn to no end.

Across the road was John Harrows who lived alone but had excellent stories to tell. On the right of John was Ms. Potts.  Ms. Potts was never home and owned a poodle called Diamond. Korbyn didn't know who lived on the left of John nor did he want to know who lived there for they listened to terrible music that was always very loud. There was often clouds of weird smelling smoke coming out of that house.

One morning as Korbyn walked out of the house he just about walked into Ms. Potts who was walking Diamond. He gave her a polite "Good morning" as she stuck her nose in the air almost walking over him.

Today was a nice sunny day and he had to go get some duck tape, milk and chocolate for his parents. After calling a good morning to the neighbours, receiving several in return, he began to walk to the super market which was around a two kilometre walk.

At the beginning he could barely walk to the supermarket with out puffing for breath. Now he's only slightly winded when he gets home. On the way back the milk was a bit heavy for his little arms so he had to stop often and give them a good shake out.

After leaving the grocery bag on the top step, Korbyn walked into his 'room' to tidy up a little as he had left in a hurry this morning. He had woken up late. His bed was unmade (although I would say it's tidier than my bed is on a daily basis), and his too-small pyjames were left on the floor. Folding his pyjames, Korbyn observed his room deciding that it was time to clean it.

Going to the cupboard under the stairs, he pulled out the feather duster, a bucket, rag and soap to clean the windows and the vacum cleaner which was taller than him. Taking several trips to get everything to the lounge he placed them on his matress in height order. Picking up the bucket he dragged it to the kitchen to fill with water.

Back in the room after nearly spilling the water Korbyn selected the rag and opened the curtains to start washing all four windows he was able to reach. After waving at the Baylinsons who where outside, he started on the windows. Next was the dusting which Korbyn believed was the easiest job to do. Then finally the vacuming. By the time he was finished it was after lunch despite the seven o'clock start.

Not wanting to spoil his dinner of stale bread and blue cheese that was origionally plain cheese, he ate a squishy mandarin to keep the wolves at bay. Korbyn had learnt the hard way to make food last because it wasn't often that his parents left money on the top step and rarely food. That was two years ago and he hadn't been able to clean untill six months ago for the first time.

Korbyn believed he had a great life and appreciated every little thing so when the Baylinsons gave him old clothes he acted like a todler with a suger high.