SHOW NOT TELL
The room was messy.
“Ouch!” I cringed as a sharp, bright red, plastic lego pierced my foot. My brother had stolen my colored pencils and I wanted them back. Scanning the room I narrowed my eyebrows in disgust. Week, maybe month old laundry littered the rug which was stained with chocolate milk. Various toys of every shape and size cluttered the floor and the stench of discarded week old pizza filled the air. Hopping to avoid any more of the deadly legos, I made my way to his scratched-up brown desk. Pushing aside piles of drawings and forgotten homework assignments I finally dug my way to the bottom and found what I was looking for. I grabbed the pencils and sped out of the messy room.
Do you narrow your eyebrows or narrow you eyes? I believe it's the eyes.
Actually, I think Owen's room is looking comparatively good these days. No week-old pizza. I checked.