Everything was fine, it was fine, and
dandy, and life was good and all that jazz. Until she found Carondor
and Wene's Toy's.
“Come on Claire get UP! Or I swear to
god you'll have to walk to class. ” Quickly following that threat
was a pillow. Being thrown. At my face. What an awesome way to wake
up. Eyes still closed I groped around for the pillow, after locating
it I causally rolled over onto my back and opened my eye's half way.
I could barely see Hanna flitting around the dim dorm room gathering
her homework and trying to find her keys in the mess from what
happened last night. Carefully I took aim, then launched the pillow
from the top bunk where I slept. Thwunk!
“Ow!” Hanna
whipped around, looking murderous but I could see a smile in her
eye's. We had known each other since high school when after hearing
that I didn't know anyone in my sophomore English class, promptly
turned around and held out her hand to introduce her self. We had
been inseparable ever since.
Groaning I slowly
sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed looking at my
mismatched socks disappear then reappear from under my bunk as I
swung my legs back and forth. The old bunk bed that had been used by
many years of students, squeaked every other swing of my feet, and it
gave a louder screech (much like a cat in labor) when I launched my
self off the side into the abyss. It was only a short drop but, it
looked like such a long way down from the top. Thudding onto the
wooden floor, I padded over to the coffee maker. The coffee in the
pot was hot but old, having just been reheated from the day before. I
swept some paper off the small little counter and onto the floor.
God, where did all this come from? It was practically coating
the floor, coffee table, sofa and every where else it could land on
easily. I opened the cabinet dislodging a few more papers from the
top. One of them landed on the counter in front of me. I squinted
down at it reading the small print. It looked like it had been
written by a typewriter. All it said was, “IT HAS BEEN DONE” over
and over again, filling the whole page. I could feel goosebumps on my
arms as I reached for another one. As I lifted up the paper from the
hundreds on the floor a shadow skittered away.
