I HATE MY LIFE!

The first rays of the morning sunlight seeped in through the half open curtains and kissed Shirley's sleepy face. She let out a sound that sounded like a groan and turned her face away from the window.

Shirley's bedroom mixed soft pastel blue and pink with white accents to keep it feeling light and bright, and patterned accent pillows and a graphic pouf that added interest and sophistication to the room. It was typical Shirley. The room was the one thing her father had let her decorate to her taste.

A curvy sofa beneath the window provided a dedicated place to relax and hang out, leaving the bed across the window for sleeping.

Beside her bed was a bedside table and on it was a bedside lamp, an alarm clock and her smartphone.

In a corner of the room was a reserved space for studying or working. There was a table and a chair, and on the table was her laptop and tablet. A book shelf was hung above the table with books arranged neatly in it.

Inside the room were three doors, two on o