I was 11 years old and I liked to go out to town with my friends but the only problem was every time I asked my mum and dad if I could go out with my friends they both said "no." I always asked "why not?" and they said "because, you need to tidy up your bedroom!". "I don't want to though" my mum kept babbling on about it. I went ascending the stairs to my bedroom. When I got in there I couldn't deny it was very messy my mum was saying how could something so tiny make such a mess.