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Seven

I woke up the next morning with a sense of determination buzzing through me. The sting of yesterday's events was starting to fade, replaced by a desire for change. I glanced around my room, which had long lost its charm. The walls were an uninspired beige, and the furniture was a mismatched collection of hand-me-downs. It was definitely time for a fresh start.

I picked up my phone and texted Colby and Devyn, hoping they'd be up for a little adventure. I wanted to completely revamp my room and needed their help.

Blair: Hey Colby and Devyn! I've decided it's time for a change. I want to redo my room completely. Can you guys help me pick out new paint, bedding, and furniture?

Devyn: Absolutely! Count me in. When are we going?

Colby: I'm in, but I'm not assembling any IKEA furniture alone. Last time was a nightmare.

Blair: Perfect! Let's meet at the store in an hour.

After a quick breakfast, I met up with Colby and Devyn at the local home goods store. Walking in, I felt a wave of excitement. This was going to be fun, and it was just what I needed to lift my spirits.

We started in the paint aisle, where I carefully considered my options. I was drawn to a calming seafoam green, a color that felt both refreshing and soothing.

"What do you guys think of this?" I asked, holding up a paint swatch.

"It's beautiful," Devyn said, nodding. "It's definitely a nice change from the beige."

Colby, who had been scanning the paint colors with only mild interest, looked up. "Yeah, it's cool. Very zen."

With the paint color decided, we moved on to bedding. I chose a set of crisp white sheets with a pattern of teal and gray accents that matched the new wall color. It felt like a fresh start, and I was thrilled with my choices.

Next was furniture. We headed to IKEA, where Colby's excitement turned into trepidation. The maze-like layout and instructions in a language he didn't understand were enough to make anyone nervous.

Colby eyed the flat-pack furniture with suspicion. "I don't know, guys. Last time I tried to put together IKEA furniture, I ended up with a coffee table that wobbled like a two-legged chair."

I laughed. "Come on, Colby. You've got this. Besides, you're not alone this time. We'll help you."

Devyn and I roamed the showroom floor, picking out pieces that were both stylish and functional. We chose a sleek, minimalist desk, a comfy armchair, and a bed frame with built-in storage. I couldn't wait to see how everything would come together.

"Alright, now we just need to get all this stuff home and put it together," Devyn said, eyeing the growing pile of boxes.

Colby sighed dramatically. "Great. I hope you guys have some spare Allen wrenches lying around."

The drive back to the trap house was filled with laughter and chatter. Colby was in high spirits despite his apprehension about the IKEA assembly, and Devyn and I were excited about the transformation. Our energy was contagious.

Once we got home, Colby immediately set to work on the furniture assembly, armed with a set of tools and the infamous IKEA instructions. Devyn and I tackled the task of prepping the room for painting.

"Alright, Colby," I said as I taped off the edges of the room. "We're counting on you."

Colby looked up from his instructions, which were covered in confusing diagrams. "If this turns out to be a bookshelf instead of a bed frame, don't blame me."

We spent the next few hours painting, assembling, and decorating. The seafoam green walls were soon complemented by the new furniture and bedding. The room was starting to take shape, and it was looking better than I had imagined.

Colby's struggles with the IKEA instructions provided plenty of entertainment. At one point, he accidentally attached the bed frame's legs backward, causing it to wobble precariously. Devyn and I couldn't help but laugh at his frustration.

"Hey, this is not funny," Colby grumbled, but he was clearly amused himself. "I'm doing my best here."

Eventually, after a lot of trial and error, Colby managed to assemble everything. The room looked fantastic—a serene and modern retreat, a far cry from its previous state.

I stood in the middle of my newly transformed room, taking it all in. The soft green walls, the crisp white bedding, and the stylish new furniture all combined to create a space that was both calming and invigorating.

"I can't believe how amazing it looks," I said, my voice filled with awe.

"It's perfect," Devyn agreed, smiling. "You did a great job."

Colby, though exhausted, had a proud look on his face. "Well, it's not a coffee table that wobbles, so I'll call it a win."

I gave him a grateful hug. "Thank you both so much. I couldn't have done this without you."

"Anytime," Colby said with a grin. "And remember, if you need help with anything else, just ask."

As the evening settled in, my room felt like a new beginning. I was grateful for my friends and their support. The transformation of my room was more than just a physical change; it symbolized a fresh start and a brighter future.

With a contented sigh, I settled into my new armchair, feeling a renewed sense of hope and excitement. The past was behind me, and the future was full of possibilities.