"This is my dorm, why can't I come back?" Sarah Sullivan looked at Emily Rosedale with a gaze reserved for fools.
Emily Rosedale was at a loss for words.
Sarah Sullivan had returned this time to find something of hers.
But when her eyes landed on her bed, her eyebrows shot up.
The four-person dorm room was arranged with a bed on top and a desk below each.
Sarah Sullivan's bed was in the furthest corner on the left.
She remembered very clearly that the last time she left, both her bed and desk had been spotless and neatly organized.
But now?
Her bed was covered with clothes and pants that didn't belong to her.
There were even shoes!
As for the desk, both on top and underneath, it was a complete mess!
Not just various clutter, but also all sorts of trash!
Sunflower seed shells, peanut husks, sanitary pad packaging!
The whole place looked like a pigsty!
Meanwhile, the other three beds were much cleaner.
