09-10-2014, 09:27 PM
Amidst a mountain of crumpled blankets lay Priscilla. Her mop of curly hair was barely visible, and her face would have been near impossible to find if she hadn't sat up the moment she heard the door creaking open. Then she remembered. Priscilla plopped backwards with an unladylike sigh.
"What do you want? Is this about what I said I would wear yesterday?" She just wanted to crawl away. Instead, Priscilla slipped of the bed. She shivered when the cool floor met her feet and winced when she saw the clothes Peri held under her arm.
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