Boring,Grey and monotone by Zita

I climbed up the large red ladder that led up to my attic. The grey, boring walls of my bedroom depressed me. I told my mum I did not want the attic to be my bedroom for it was dusty and cold but my mum told me it was the attic or sharing with my baby sister and I did not want to share with my baby sister. I threw coins into a cup full of water and watched them sink slowly to the bottom. I got up and went outside for a walk. I soon found myself walking along the grey, rocky pavement. In my boring, grey and broken down town.