Room 512, Thursday afternoon

Okay, the first sewing attempt hadn't gone well. It had gone pretty badly, actually. The SAT-word-prone would have probably called it dismal, but she'd managed a few good designs and that was a start, right? It just meant she was trying to see if she could maybe unstitch what she'd already stitched in hopes of saving the material. This was a lot easier when she could just blow money on anything, though if she had that problem, she wouldn't be doing this in the first place...

And she might have looked over at her phone a couple times in light of a certain voicemail. Shut up, she was thinking.


[Post is open, as is the door. Once a Tree Hill resident, always a walking invitation to come in and rob the place. And I never mixed up my doubles' rooms, really.]