Post by Caitie on Aug 2, 2006 13:51:11 GMT -5
Cait gasped as she wheeled the cart with her things down the hall- it was terribly heavy, and she was having some difficult with it; even Faithful was having a fit, crying out in protest to the rough jerks of the trolley.
"Sorry baby", Cait murmured, flicking a hand at some of her hair that had escaped from her ponytail. She suddenly thought about what a mess she must look, but the thought quickly passed. She didn't really much care about how she looked. She concentrated on the doors she wheeled by. Ah! Here she was. She reached over and turned the knob. It clicked. She boldly pushed it open and looked inside. The dorm was nice. She had wished for an apartment, but she wasn't near picky. She wheeled over to an empty bed in a private corner. There was a dresser with four drawers that also appeared to serve as the nightstand; Cait was glad she had agreed to bring the foot-chest her mother had insisted upon for there wasn't much room and she did want some private space. Cait took the royal blue crate and set it on her bed. She unlatched it and laughed softly as Faithful jumped out, loudly yowled, then began to nervously knead the bedspread. Cait unpacked her things slowly, putting her bags underneath her bed and the chest at the foot of her bed, safely locked. Faithful’s litter-box was by the little dresser and her bed on top of the small piece of furniture. Cait sat back and looked around. It wasn’t home, and she was nervous and uncomfortable.
But she would soon settle in.[/size]
"Sorry baby", Cait murmured, flicking a hand at some of her hair that had escaped from her ponytail. She suddenly thought about what a mess she must look, but the thought quickly passed. She didn't really much care about how she looked. She concentrated on the doors she wheeled by. Ah! Here she was. She reached over and turned the knob. It clicked. She boldly pushed it open and looked inside. The dorm was nice. She had wished for an apartment, but she wasn't near picky. She wheeled over to an empty bed in a private corner. There was a dresser with four drawers that also appeared to serve as the nightstand; Cait was glad she had agreed to bring the foot-chest her mother had insisted upon for there wasn't much room and she did want some private space. Cait took the royal blue crate and set it on her bed. She unlatched it and laughed softly as Faithful jumped out, loudly yowled, then began to nervously knead the bedspread. Cait unpacked her things slowly, putting her bags underneath her bed and the chest at the foot of her bed, safely locked. Faithful’s litter-box was by the little dresser and her bed on top of the small piece of furniture. Cait sat back and looked around. It wasn’t home, and she was nervous and uncomfortable.
But she would soon settle in.[/size]