Post: For Jareth
Sarah is in the kitchen this evening looking a bit silly seeing as she is in a man's button up shirt and her own pair of jeans. For some reason all the clothing she's been able to find anywhere has been for men and she really didn't feel like venturing very far to try and find something else, and for that matter she has no money. She has no one to look good for anyway, so it doesn't bother her so much.
She is currently looking through refrigerator for something to eat that doesn't look dangerous. She most definitely has been and will be staying away from fruit of any kind, and so far most of her meals have consisted of peanut butter and toast as they seemed the least likely thing to cause her harm. This evening however she is frustrated and sick to her stomach, and wishing she knew how to cook better. She sighs as she slams shut the refrigerator and leans against it, closing her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm herself down.
She is currently looking through refrigerator for something to eat that doesn't look dangerous. She most definitely has been and will be staying away from fruit of any kind, and so far most of her meals have consisted of peanut butter and toast as they seemed the least likely thing to cause her harm. This evening however she is frustrated and sick to her stomach, and wishing she knew how to cook better. She sighs as she slams shut the refrigerator and leans against it, closing her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm herself down.