Room 504, Friday Evening
Jun. 13th, 2008 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intraspectiveIno was Cross. Well. Mildly so.
She sat down with a huff on her bed and glared at her room. Her purple notebook was missing, she’d totally forgotten to write in it yesterday and now that she remembered… she couldn’t find it.
And she had the terrible feeling that she’d left it at work. Bravo, Ino. Write all your thoughts down and then leave it for someone to find. Brilliant. If she was lucky, maybe no one had read it.
If being the keyword there.
Ugh. She flopped back on her bed. The store was open tomorrow, right? Ino wrinkled her nose. She’d have to go in and see if it was there.
Totally. Unfair. Stupid.
[Door and post are open!]
She sat down with a huff on her bed and glared at her room. Her purple notebook was missing, she’d totally forgotten to write in it yesterday and now that she remembered… she couldn’t find it.
And she had the terrible feeling that she’d left it at work. Bravo, Ino. Write all your thoughts down and then leave it for someone to find. Brilliant. If she was lucky, maybe no one had read it.
If being the keyword there.
Ugh. She flopped back on her bed. The store was open tomorrow, right? Ino wrinkled her nose. She’d have to go in and see if it was there.
Totally. Unfair. Stupid.
[Door and post are open!]
