I Don't Know

Hey guys, I know it's been a while but I just didn't know what to write about. So I'm just going to post this.

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.