"Mom, I don't want to clean my room!"
"Now young man!"

Even though i am a celebrity now i still come home to visit my mother often. And she never forgets to treat me like a normal kid.
I dragged myself towards my room on the second floor of my three floor house. I'm Luhan and I just moved into this house with my mom a couple of weeks ago. My dad was killed in a car accident one year ago and we just couldn't stand to live in that house any longer. I think my mom is still angry about the whole thing, now she's taking it out on me by making me clean my room.

I finished making my bed and moved onto my closet. I cleaned out baseball gloves, dirty T-Shirts and a bin of my collection of stamps. You need alot of stamps to fill one bin. I actually haven't collected since I was about 10, which was a long time ago. But I just never got around to giving the collection away.

As I shoved that bin aside I noticed a wadded up piece of paper in the corner of the closet. I picked it up as dust slid off the edges off it. I was about to throw the paper in the trash when I saw some writing on the outside of the ball. What can I say, I guess curiosity got the best of me. I opened up the ball and sat on my bed. I began to read.

"Once upon a time there was a young boy. He had just moved into a new house and had been sitting on his bed one day when he heard a knock on his door."

Just then, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. At the time I th