He was told to go and wash his make up off, and then was confined to his new room until supper was ready. As he sat on his bed, all he wanted to do was cry, but he’d cried all the tears he has. He looked around the room he’d always hated, trying not to believe it was now his. The hateful pink DVD/TV sat on the chest of drawers. The dressing table which was once littered with his sisters make-up and perfume now lay empty… unlike the wardrobe which contained the clothes he’d feared wearing so much. The wardrobe that now holds a selection of ghastly dresses he can call his own.
On the half empty bookshelves was a couple of dolls and several girlie ornaments. He flicked through the books his sister had left him, but being little girl’s picture books and fairy tales, he had little interest in them.