Post by Pasture Puff on Nov 27, 2010 6:00:21 GMT
Mallory lugged the two duffel bags through the pouring rain. Her hair was a stringy mess, and she blew it out of her eyes. It felt like she was walking in slow motion, every part of her was soaking wet or caked in mud. She snuck in through a side door of the main building, tiptoeing down the corridor until she reached the secretary’s office. Stopping to wipe her face, Mallory straightened her shoulders, and then walked through the door.
Her trainers squeaked loudly as she walked, and Mallory chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to giggle. A stern-faced woman sat behind the desk, and she looked over her glasses at Mallory. Mallory smiled innocently back. The woman glanced down at the spreading puddle Mallory was making on her floor, and pursing her lips, handed Mallory a square of newspaper to stand on.
Mallory blushed. She felt like she’d been made to sit in the naughty corner or something. “Can I help you?” the woman asked, frowning now, and Mallory shifted uncomfortably, picking at her nails. “Oh, uh... I’m Mallory Stevens,” she mumbled. “They told me to come here on the phone last week." Mallory looked up in time to see the corners of the woman's mouth twitch, and she scowled, pretending to be sorting out her bags, while the woman was busy with the computer.
Her trainers squeaked loudly as she walked, and Mallory chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to giggle. A stern-faced woman sat behind the desk, and she looked over her glasses at Mallory. Mallory smiled innocently back. The woman glanced down at the spreading puddle Mallory was making on her floor, and pursing her lips, handed Mallory a square of newspaper to stand on.
Mallory blushed. She felt like she’d been made to sit in the naughty corner or something. “Can I help you?” the woman asked, frowning now, and Mallory shifted uncomfortably, picking at her nails. “Oh, uh... I’m Mallory Stevens,” she mumbled. “They told me to come here on the phone last week." Mallory looked up in time to see the corners of the woman's mouth twitch, and she scowled, pretending to be sorting out her bags, while the woman was busy with the computer.
