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Ch-thunk. There was blood in her mouth. Ch-thunk. She could taste the iron on her tongue from biting back the tidal wave of emotions boiling up inside her. Ch-thunk. With each step up the stairs, one of her many suitcases banged against the step. Ch-thunk. Ugh, her hands were so sweaty, it was so hot-- Sophia Donnelley let out an exasperated groan of frustration as the damn bag slipped from her hand and went thunk thunk thunk down the stairs.
She blinked back tears, angry tears, as she stomped her way back down and snatched up the stupid thing. What kind of island was this?! She would not have been so pleased to have a top-floor room if she had known that there was no bell boy to carry her bags! This was so stupid, why did she bring so much stuff? The lavender-haired young woman looked back down at her luggage, all matching and neat. She sighed heavily. There was no way could have left one. This wasn't just some weekend trip, she was not going to live out of a single suitcase for, well, however long she was going to be here. She needed her clothes, her products, her shoes. And this wasn't even all of it, she honestly had been very good about only bringing what was truly necessary.
And so she huffed, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and plodded upward, trying not to explode. Hey, at least she hadn't yelled at the people downstairs. Her mother would have.
@Wargazm Monkey
She blinked back tears, angry tears, as she stomped her way back down and snatched up the stupid thing. What kind of island was this?! She would not have been so pleased to have a top-floor room if she had known that there was no bell boy to carry her bags! This was so stupid, why did she bring so much stuff? The lavender-haired young woman looked back down at her luggage, all matching and neat. She sighed heavily. There was no way could have left one. This wasn't just some weekend trip, she was not going to live out of a single suitcase for, well, however long she was going to be here. She needed her clothes, her products, her shoes. And this wasn't even all of it, she honestly had been very good about only bringing what was truly necessary.
And so she huffed, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and plodded upward, trying not to explode. Hey, at least she hadn't yelled at the people downstairs. Her mother would have.
@Wargazm Monkey