At this point my Dad had spent four months painting and decorating my room. One Friday morning my Dad shouted. “IT’S FINISHED!” My Dad shouted at me. My heart started racing with joy! I ran straight to my new room. My Dad was standing outside the door, smiling his head off. “Are you ready He said quite proud of himself. He opened the door. I was expecting it to be the colour I asked for, lavender, but it was the wrong colour!.. IT WAS BLACK! “What the..” I mumbled. “Do you like it?” My Dad asked, excited for my answer.