" He has backed the best businessman award of the year". "He is getting ready to be the CEO of the multi-billion dollar empire", the TV reporter was going on about how he was a hard-working successful person and blah blah blah.

"Can you change the channel please", I asked my dad. "Why can't these people show something useful other than praising him".

"Isa, why do you not like hardworking people? He is a young successful man. Young people should learn from him and how he manages all his responsibilities", Dad said.

Of course, like everyone else, Dad will also support them.

Rich kids with rich parents managing their big companies.

"Fine, whatever", I said. I got up from the couch and went to my room. I don't want to hear them praise him.

"The dangerous mafia empire has been found to have been suspected of having a hand in the killings last month", I heard the TV news reporter as I opened my bedroom door.

Oh, these mafia people. Can't they stop these killings?

Papers and clothes were scattered around everywhere. The half-empty packet chips are scattered in my bed. When I entered, I accidentally kicked an empty can of coke which I didn't throw because I was lazy so I threw it on the floor.

Oh god, Mom is gonna flip when she sees this.

My room is a mess. But as they say

A messy room is a sign of a genius. When will they understand the hidden genius in me?

If anyone came into my bedroom to kill me, they would trip over something giving me time to escape.

There are many advantages of having a messy room yet people tend to ignore them. What a shame!

"ISABELLA".

I flinch at the sudden sound.
Oh no! It's mom.

"Why is your room so messy! Why can't you keep your room clean? Look at Alex's room".

Oh great! Don't get me started on that. He puts all his things under the bed and hides them nicely. I saw him do that.

"I was going to clean my room Mom", I said as I started throwing all the clothes from the floor to the bed.

"I want to see this room clean in an hour", she said as she slammed my door shut.

Great now I have to waste my time cleaning this mess.

One time I tried doing what Alex did. I threw all the stuff under the bed when Mom came in to check if I had cleaned my room. But unfortunately, Alex noticed it and told Mom. I was made to pull out the weed from the yard that day.

Now all my clothes were on the bed. I started taking the papers from the floor and keeping them on my chair. I cleaned my desk with a wet cloth and neatly kept all my books and papers on it, I took all the chips scattered on my bed and threw them in the wastebasket.

I suddenly stopped cleaning when I heard my phone ring. Tess's name flashed on the screen.

"Hey girl, what's up", I asked as I answered the phone.

"Hey I was bored so I thought of calling you, how are you"?

"Good. But Mom is making me clean my room and I hate to do that".

"That's so sad. Who likes to do it".

"Yeah but she doesn't know that. She thinks I am the only one who has a messy room".

"My mom feels the same way. She feels all my friends keep their room clean and tidy".

And the conversation went on and on. We kept on talking about some random things when I noticed that an hour was going to end and Mom was going to come back to check on me.

I quickly hung up and started to fold my clothes super fast. Faster than the flash. I cleaned the floor, made my bed, and kept everything in order.

Hmm, I guess the room looks clean now.

That's when mom came in.
"The room looks much better now. Why can't the room always be like this", she asked me.

I don't know what to tell her. I guess the room will only look like this if she shouts at me to clean the room. As said in physics, An external force must be applied to move an object from the state of motion.

Like that, For my room to be clean and not to be messy, mom's scolding is needed.

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