A rainbow of colours rose up from a moaning bed, as a dress of books tumbled to the ground. Two thin, pale legs slide down to touch the uneven floor boards that were decorated with the famous words of inventors. She stomped across the room, a dull space painted with knowledge. The wardrobe came alive, spitting out clothes that didn’t suit Milas grumpy and cantankerous mood. Finally at the back of the wardrobe, sat a blue dress that came down to the knees, Mila forced it over her immense head scrunching up her colourless face. After brushing her wild hair out of her piercing blue eyes she barged out of the room slamming the door behind her.