Rm 409, Monday afternoon
There was tons of stuff piled on Amber's bed. Tons. And she was standing there, hands on her hips, trying to figure out how she was supposed to carry all of it with her to take on her camping trip with Liir.
Maybe she had too much junk food. Maybe.
But they needed the flashlights and kerosene lamp. And the frying pan. They would need to cook something, right? And she had her sleeping bag, and everything to make S'mores with, and... probably just too much stuff. Ugh.
Whatever. She started shoving stuff in her backpack, hoping most of it would fit.
[Open door, open post!
Maybe she had too much junk food. Maybe.
But they needed the flashlights and kerosene lamp. And the frying pan. They would need to cook something, right? And she had her sleeping bag, and everything to make S'mores with, and... probably just too much stuff. Ugh.
Whatever. She started shoving stuff in her backpack, hoping most of it would fit.
[Open door, open post!