Bubbles.
They flew into the air as they slowly came back down. They were so memorizing to her. She loved how easily they were made.
Water and soap.
That's it.
So simple.
The borrower loved the simplicity. When it was time to bathe, it always made it ten times more fun, playing with the bubbles.
Maybe it was childish, the 15 year old didn't know. She just loved to play with them.
After her bath, she got up and went to her room. She turned off her makeshift small light, and hop into her makeshift bed.
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She got up late, around 7 ish at night. She shakily got her borrower supplies and moved to her hole opening. She knew it wasn't the smartest to go at this time, but she had totally missed getting up early to get supplies. Plus, she didn't have anything for dinner.
She hurried along as she raced to the kitchen. She used her latch as she attached it to one ledge. She climbed tiredly multiple times to finally get where she wanted. Some chips...and some things for her home. All she wanted was a bath... she was exhausted.
Pt.2 tomorrow
