Mermaid's Tail

The walls of my old room were white. There's nothing wrong with white walls. They're nice, but I no longer wanted nice. I want different. Everything else different – where we lived, our family, me – so, why not the walls? If I truly wanted to commit to the idea of reinventing myself I felt I should start with my surroundings.
I spent hours of looking through paint swatches, but none of the colors were wowing me. I was hoping to get a color picked out before unpacking my room. That wasn't going to happen, though. How could I change my entire life, if I couldn't even change the colors of my walls?
"Knock, knock," Mom said before stepping into my empty, white bed room. Her box-braids were styled up in bun so high I thought she wouldn't make through the door frame without ducking. She did, though. Just barely.
