My family moved into a new (11) last summer. It is on the sixth (12) of a tall building near the post office. My own (13) is small, but I like it very much. There is a big (14) by my bed, and I can see the whole town through it. My mother made blue (15) for it. In the afternoon the sunlight comes in, and the room feels warm.
Last Saturday my friends and I walked past an old (16) near the beach. The front (17) was broken, so we walked in. Inside, there was dust on every (18), and the wooden (19) made noise under our feet. Something moved behind the door, and we all ran out. Later we found it was only a small (20). We laughed at ourselves and felt rather silly.