hailewatson
The air was thick with the sweet smell of smoke, wafting down the street, with both the intention of making our guests happy and our neighbors jealous. The large expanse of our backyard was decorated in the typical picnic fashion, picnic tables that we had just bought a few hours ago scattered across the lawn, red and white checkered blankets strewn about, fairy lights and fire pits and one strange off-season Christmas tree in the center. It was completely picturesque, perfect if you like that sort of thing. But I knew that it wasn't right. This movie was about people who are lacking, not people so overprivileged they can by twenty-foot Christmas trees on the spot. The set didn't turn out in any way how I wanted it to. But I'm not in charge enough to make any changes to it.