It was 1957, and you had been I your room for a whole week without leaving… you didn’t talk to anyone either, but that was because you were just really sick and didn’t wanna talk to anybody. You had finally came downstairs though to eat some cereal. You had walked downstairs, and started making your cereal until Elvis chuckled, “Staying in your room all week… what a life.” Elvis said, your mom and dad just both chuckled. Elvis was your annoying neighbor, who always tried to flirt with you… but you never fell for his dumb tricks. You were still in your pajamas, and your hair was pretty messy as well… but once again, you were sick for the past week and didn’t feel like getting up to actually do things, and you still felt a little sick.