“But what colour should it be?” I said staring at the small object. “I dunno, it’s yours, not mine,” replied Anastasia. “Hey! Since when was it mine? You made it!” I snapped. “Did not!” I didn’t respond, she was playing a mind trick on me to get her way, when everyone knew she made it! She just didn’t want to colour, because she thought it would ‘ruin her nails’ I scoffed whenever I heard her say that. Even if she did ‘ruin her nails’ it’d still be better than having to stay here the rest of the night arguing with her, honestly, pathetic.