Kathy was busting out the serious cusses here, but she was pretty sure that she was perfectly within her rights to do so. Her thumb was bleeding again and it had left a bright streak of scarlet on the fabric she was working with. Stupid hand-sewing. Wasn't that something they were supposed to be learning in a proper high school? Home ec or something useful?
She'd just realized that she'd dropped the needle she'd been working with. The end of the yellow thread was lying on her comforter, but the needle it had taken her forever to properly thread was nowhere in sight. Which meant that she'd probably end up finding it with her feet or something. And even if she didn't, she still had to rethread the stupid thing. Ugh.
She was pretty sure that Arachnid-Guy had never had so much trouble putting together his superhero costume.
[The door, like the post, is open!]
- Room 508, Tuesday Evening