Panic. Sheer panic. If she'd dropped her phone somewhere then she might as well have thrown herself off the top of the roof. Not that there was anything all that awful on it, a shocking amount of selfies, and that was really it. Where had she been last? Pausing for a moment, Billie ran a hand through her hair, pausing a little to adjust her underwear beneath her dress, muttering something in an irritated tone of voice. She knew exactly the right person to sniff out to come and look for this - but reaching for her cell phone, realized she had no real way of actually contacting him. Dammit. She was becoming increasingly unlucky, she'd burned herself on the hair straighteners this morning, setting a little band-aid on the back of her left hand.
Pausing for a moment to admire herself in the reflection of a window, her hair had fallen flat since this morning and really she should have probably gone back to her dorm to brush it out and take a bath. I don't even have a bath. Frowning at that thought, life was hard without one. Still, she knew people who certainly had a bathtub - and one person in particular who's room she'd much rather be in than her own, mainly because it gave her an awful lot of things to tidy up before she got bored and began to feel useless again. She didn't like to feel useless, and running a hand through her hair she peered around the door way of the next classroom. Score! There was something black and sleek lying on the floor underneath one of the desks, and she took her chance to pounce on it, dropping to her hands and knees underneath the table and leaning forward to snatch at it.
7 new messages. 3 missed calls.
"Gosh darnit."
Pausing for a moment to admire herself in the reflection of a window, her hair had fallen flat since this morning and really she should have probably gone back to her dorm to brush it out and take a bath. I don't even have a bath. Frowning at that thought, life was hard without one. Still, she knew people who certainly had a bathtub - and one person in particular who's room she'd much rather be in than her own, mainly because it gave her an awful lot of things to tidy up before she got bored and began to feel useless again. She didn't like to feel useless, and running a hand through her hair she peered around the door way of the next classroom. Score! There was something black and sleek lying on the floor underneath one of the desks, and she took her chance to pounce on it, dropping to her hands and knees underneath the table and leaning forward to snatch at it.
7 new messages. 3 missed calls.
"Gosh darnit."