Room 301, Wednesday Evening
Makoto had had a fairly boring day at the bookstore, not that ‘she’ was complaining mind, and on the way back to the dorms had stopped off at the post office only to be unpleasantly surprised by a letter. Currently ‘she’ was sprawled out on ‘her’ bed and giving the aforementioned letter (which was resting innocently on ‘her’ pillow) a glare.
It was from ‘her’ father.
‘She’ was quite certain that whatever it said--‘she’ didn’t want to read it. To do or not to do, that was the question…
[Open door, open post!]
It was from ‘her’ father.
‘She’ was quite certain that whatever it said--‘she’ didn’t want to read it. To do or not to do, that was the question…
[Open door, open post!]