June the 1st

Someone has done this to me. I will find them. They will pay.

The security here is abysmal. Moso has begun locking her room and I wonder why.

None of the windows lock, however, so I climbed in. As I stood in her room, about to investigate, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Moso stood on the other side of her wall, looking at me through her open window.

I don’t know if it was the cloud in my head or simply the flustered state I was in, but as she stared at me, I said, “I’m doing my hair.” For a while, I had been climbing in my own bathroom window to access the hair products I’d put there before the bathroom door locked me out. It made sense when I spoke it, but as the words left my mouth, I recognized the insanity in that statement.

She was silent, looking at me with an expressionless face. I skinned my knee climbing back out while she observed me, her arms crossed, head slightly back, lips together, and eyebrows up.

I don’t know what she thinks of me, whether I am a thief or someone driven to explore by insatiable curiosity.

I may have to kill her simply on principle.

2017-06-02T16:43:16+00:00