My Sister Got Two Pink Princess Rooms. I Got a Trash Bag

When my parents got divorced, they both said the same thing: "Each of you girls will always have a bedroom in both houses."

But when I showed up with my suitcase, my dad said the attic was my brother's study now.

My mom said the storage closet could fit an air mattress.

My sister Claire Hayes?

They were fighting over her. Which princess room she'd stay in. Which house was better.

My brother William sighed. "You're leaving for college anyway. What's the big deal with a couch for a few days?"