Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]
Peter was gone, and his side of the room was now bare and empty. Effy's mum, however, had landed, and supposedly was on the island. At least, there were several texts implying it and asking where she was. Effy hadn't bothered to go find her.
There were other things on her mind right now. That project she'd started weeks ago with the paper had grown over the last week or two. From little piles on her bed, the clippings had morphed to a mushrooming montage of darkness on the wall behind her bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, perhaps she was aware this was best got out of her system before tomorrow when she would have to go outside.
The scissors she'd used to create all this were getting idly twirled as she surveyed her little work of art. It was when she was like this you began to wonder if leaving her unsupervised with sharps was really a good idea.
[[Again, door is closed, but should anyone want to disturb her they can. The usual warnings apply. Improvement is on the horizon, I promise.]]
There were other things on her mind right now. That project she'd started weeks ago with the paper had grown over the last week or two. From little piles on her bed, the clippings had morphed to a mushrooming montage of darkness on the wall behind her bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, perhaps she was aware this was best got out of her system before tomorrow when she would have to go outside.
The scissors she'd used to create all this were getting idly twirled as she surveyed her little work of art. It was when she was like this you began to wonder if leaving her unsupervised with sharps was really a good idea.
[[Again, door is closed, but should anyone want to disturb her they can. The usual warnings apply. Improvement is on the horizon, I promise.]]