Sitting in my room while a Michael Jackson record plays, and sipping on some tea to make my head work. Paint jars filled with paint water and tubes of paint on my desk. My hands are covered in dirt from my plants I just tended to. Books stacked high on my dresser and paper scattered around. Sip some more tea, change the record half way through. My kanken backpack on the floor.
"Wake Up! Milli! Get up!" Her mother told her. Milli had been dreaming and the only thing she wanted would never ever come true. She want to be left alone in her freedom.
"You'll have to clean up your room. Looks at all the papers!" Her mother scoops up her hard work and throws it in the trash can.
"Mom.. I'll figure it out on my own." Her mother scowled and left and she was finally left in peace.
