Finally stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in a white robe, Chey ran a hand through hew newly blow-dried hair. She carelessly threw her towel on her bed before walking towards her closet to pick out an outfit. She quickly slipped into her undergarments before taking a proper look at her closet. Tilting her head to right as she analyzed each and every article of clothing before pulling out a loose white singlet and a hair of faded denim shirts. She slowly walked back to her bed, clothes in hand, she carefully laid them out on her bed before removing her towel from her bed.
Moments later, a shrill squeal escaped the girl was she discovered a mouse on her bed. Instead of verbalizing her feelings, she chose to continue her piercing screaming. It was as if “oh my God,” where the only words she knew out of the entire English language. She began to pace back and forth in her room as if it’d help. Without thinking, she grabbed her phone and dialed her father’s number. “Daddy!” She screamed into the phone, “there’s a mouse in my room at school!” But her cries for help were met with, “what am I supposed to do about it?” Groaning, she quickly ended the call and threw the phone onto her bed, accidentally hitting the mouse. “Oh my God,” she squealed once again, watching it scamper away. “Where did it go?!”