Truthful lies

Rooms

I climbed the stair dramatically and plopped myself on my bed. My face was pressed against the pillow and my glasses were pushed into my face. I threw them across my bed and started looking around my room. I looked at the hung up lights above my closet. They should've been around all my walls but when I was at the store I only bought one strand and I haven't been back to get more. It's been years. I inhaled the scent of my bath bombs and looked at the pictures strung all over my wall. White walls, I tried having color on them a couple years ago and found myself wanting to peel back the paint when the pastel color didn't fit my mood. White always matches my mood. White is the combination of all colors, at least when your thinking about light. For painting it's another story. I looked across my room to see my reflection, same as yesterday's.
I looked at my backpack and tried to remember the previous four classes of the day but could not remember if I had any assignments. So I left my bag there and determined that I had no work to do..
I sat at my computer and went to my empty page with a straight line flashing. Begging me to finally write something, but I couldn't. My life had nothing interesting in it, and I didn't want my story to be another teenagers thoughts bunched up and rolled into an order deemed fit to be read by others. My story needed to be, realistic and relatable.   I shut the contraption and sat with my phone under my covers. After a while i heard Jamie yell bye and the front door close . Mark came upstairs and went in his room to think about all the work he did to make this night perfect.  Is was, after all,his boyfriends birthday.
After a while the shower started and I could hear him singing Panic At The Disco songs, all was well in the house and u could sleep.