Nat
A twisted little writer
The blue bag was quietly put down on the bottom bed on the left of the window. Marina had really never been one to like sleeping the furthest up. It just didn't fall her natural to sleep that high up. Which was why if anyone else even dared to take her bed, she would throw them out into the sea and let them down. Not that they would drown really, she would pull them out before it was too late. So she thought at least.
With the uniform already on from before, not having wanted to waste any time on that, she placed her booksbeside her bed, and threw a small bag of perfume bubbles under her pillow. It wasn't that they would affect the whole room much, but her father had gotten her them. They would make her pillows smell more like the ocean at home.
Turning to the blonde in the room after she finished, she smiled friendly. "Hello, I'm Marina, and you are?"
With the uniform already on from before, not having wanted to waste any time on that, she placed her booksbeside her bed, and threw a small bag of perfume bubbles under her pillow. It wasn't that they would affect the whole room much, but her father had gotten her them. They would make her pillows smell more like the ocean at home.
Turning to the blonde in the room after she finished, she smiled friendly. "Hello, I'm Marina, and you are?"