He dragged me by the hair, heading straight to my room.
I climbed up the stairs in a really discomforting way.... He paused in front of my room door, taking in how my room looks. "I see you really love the color black." He comments, his eyes roaming around my room.
Everything in my room, from my bed to my wardrobe is all black. The only different color in this room is the bulb and that one is red. I wish there's a black light, then I would have used it instead. But then again light are supposed to make a place shine bright, not to darken the place.
"But don't worry, all this will be change to bright pink very soon." He stated nodding his head, with a smirk on his face.
"No, you are joking right? I will not let you do that to my room. I hate pink. I hate it so much, I cannot stand it!" I yelled angrily. Before I realized what I just did, it was too late
