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(I love this gif of Tom Holland lmao, also it's late when I publishing this so there probably A LOT of mistakes so if y'all could spot some that would be greatly appreciated because I'm just not bothered to read through it for a seventh time lol)
She had woken to some arms shaking her roughly. Opening her eyes they focused on an unhappy-looking face attached to a broad suited body, who stood at the end of her bed. the arms shaking her belonged to a happy go lucky Wendy wearing a wide grin. Margaret must have been given only three hours of sleep which was partly her fault considering she didn't properly rest till past twelve.
"Come on!" The still not completely focused man said to her. "We only got so long"
"It's like three in the mourning!" She whined while tumbling out of bed. Weirdly none of her friends was their usual sleeping masses beside her. There were some laid out clothes on a chair next to the man that she grabbed dramatically.
"Hurry! We haven't got all day!" He said monotonously as she scrambled to the ensuite with her bundle of clothes. Reaching the mirror she spotted an orange mass upon her once buzzed head. She was no longer bald which wasn't the worst thing that could have been happening. It looked nice. The clothes she had been given were dungarees, a striped black and white t-shirt matched with some worn down high top shoes.
The girl was going to brush her hair but opted out thinking it would look a bit nicer and more defined if she didn't. Margaret tied the laces on Jane's lent footwear finishing off her second-hand look. The girl walked out of the bathroom hurriedly where the man that had been standing at the end of her bed was now outside the door tapping his foot impatiently on the ground, his arms crossed.
There was a really small backpack on the back of the chair that had had her clothes on it with a note attached to it saying 'the essentials' and was signed off by Margot kindly. She slung it across one shoulder and then rapidly put her other hand through the other strap. At that point, Jackie had left the room and was nowhere to be found.
Margaret neatly put her bed together with the man growing more impatient by the minute, "Is that really that important?!"
"yes! It's always nice to be polite, especially when people are giving you hospitality for free out of the goodness of their hearts!" When she finally had gathered herself she flung her body through the doorframe as the man commented on how slow she was again.
"So what's your name?" She asked trying to cease the awkward silence between the two. "Mines Margaret, or Maggie for short, if you want"
