Written by Feathers.
He was surprised that I knew that he drew me.
“Leave my room, young man.” I said.
“You didn’t bring this rook from your father’s house.
I grinned wryly. ” I won’t repeat myself again, leave my room.” I said but he snubbed instead.
I stood and thought of what I could do for him to make him leave.
I went ahead and pulled him on his wrist trying to drag him out but he say strongly on the bed and wouldn’t stand.
He seems to be stronger than me. He drew me closer to him and I fell to the bed.
I pulled him to the bed too and he began to struggle to stand. It was more like two birds fighting.
The struggling went on , but I was surprised to see myself laying on him.
“Will you get off me now!” He spilled.
“Not until you promise to leave.”
“No! You won’t tell me what to do in my own house. ” He said and I remained on him still.
He tried all he could to stand but he wasn’t. I shot him a victorious look and he looked away.
“Fine, I will leave.” He finally surrendered and I stood up from him.
Without saying a word, he walked to his room. I felt happy that I won and that he will probably began to respect me now.
But I wasn’t satisfied. I walked out of my room to his room, I saw him on his bed laying and probably sleeping.
I waited for him to fall deeply asleep after which I walked in.
I looked around and saw some of his drawing materials, I took it and painted his pinks lips black.
I painted his face green and his neck violet.
I was happy to see his color disfigured, I ran out.