27Apr

My room was so yellow that sometimes I would lay in bed and feel as if I were drowning in a sunflower. My rug was yellow, my tables around the corner were yellow, the curtains fabric was light yellow and the curtains themselves are not tied back. Sadly, yellow was my least favorite colour. (I liked orange and purple) But my dad had decorated the room for me when I was 14 and that was what he'd thought a little girl would like. Haha, thanks dad.

Right now...
I lay in my bed thought about Rypeen's offer the night before. Am I ready to come during this friday at his cousin's house? Well, I wanted to! I tried to imagine the conversations in which I would ask my father if I could come. "Dad," I would say, "My friend ask me something lastnight.." My dad would look at me and see his girl and say "Yes?" (Instead of yeah?) "What did he ask you?"
"He ask me if i could come at his cousin's house tonight.." At this point, my imagination ground! What I hoped my father would then say was "Great! If you wish honey, just dont come back home late.." But what I was pretty sure he would actually say was "Atul, thats out of the questions! You're not old enough to go out at night, who will look after you there? I dont even know who's you're going to go out with!" Which was a lame arguement for a lawyer to make. *Sighed and rolled over* What should I duuuuuuuuuu? :(