AmericoreHazel nodded, listening and trying to keep the names straight. It didn't help that she hadn't met most of those people yet. Paulie was the one that was here but was up here somewhere doing something. All of the other names were just words floating in space for the moment without any faces to attach to them.
"I'll remember that! And try not to get in anyone's way, of course. I admire your courage, inviting a love triangle on the trip. I can't blame Abby, whoever she is, for being into Terrance, though. He's gorgeous, isn't he?" She smiled at Mark, elbowing him in the ribs. "Not to worry, though, I won't get in Abby's way. I have a feeling I'm going to fall in love with the appliances in the kitchen at first sight, if the rest of the house is anything to judge by."
Hazel walked down the hallway and thought for a moment before choosing the room on the left. "I'll be back downstairs in a moment. See you soon!" She disappeared into the room, shut the door, and lifted her suitcase onto the bed. With a sigh, she peered around the room, admiring everything about it.
Trying to get the dexterity back in her fingers, Hazel unzipped her suitcase and rummaged through her clothes. She chose a dark pair of jeans and a fitted green t-shirt with the words "Spread kindness around like confetti" on printed on it in aged grey text. She brushed her hair and fixed her minimal make up, reapplying the eyeliner that had long since faded during the trip. A pair of thick socks went on her feet, a couple of Earl Grey tea bags she kept in her luggage went in her pocket, and she picked up her boots to carry back downstairs to leave by the door. Her style was easily meant for comfort. Sometimes she wished she dressed up a little more, though. If the other girls were like Haley, then Hazel would end up feeling more like the outsider than she already did.
A last look in the mirror showed that she nearly forgot her necklace after taking it off to change. It was something she wore almost everyday, a wooden pendant of a tree with four roots reaching down. The hemp cord had six turquoise beads on either side of it. It was a gift her parents had given her before going off to college. It was definitely a security blanket, so to speak. She picked it up and walked back out into the hallway. Frustratingly, while trying to balance the boots she was bringing downstairs and put the necklace on, her hair got caught in the clasp. Muttering a curse, Hazel set the boots down and set about trying to free her hair.
"I'll remember that! And try not to get in anyone's way, of course. I admire your courage, inviting a love triangle on the trip. I can't blame Abby, whoever she is, for being into Terrance, though. He's gorgeous, isn't he?" She smiled at Mark, elbowing him in the ribs. "Not to worry, though, I won't get in Abby's way. I have a feeling I'm going to fall in love with the appliances in the kitchen at first sight, if the rest of the house is anything to judge by."
Hazel walked down the hallway and thought for a moment before choosing the room on the left. "I'll be back downstairs in a moment. See you soon!" She disappeared into the room, shut the door, and lifted her suitcase onto the bed. With a sigh, she peered around the room, admiring everything about it.
Trying to get the dexterity back in her fingers, Hazel unzipped her suitcase and rummaged through her clothes. She chose a dark pair of jeans and a fitted green t-shirt with the words "Spread kindness around like confetti" on printed on it in aged grey text. She brushed her hair and fixed her minimal make up, reapplying the eyeliner that had long since faded during the trip. A pair of thick socks went on her feet, a couple of Earl Grey tea bags she kept in her luggage went in her pocket, and she picked up her boots to carry back downstairs to leave by the door. Her style was easily meant for comfort. Sometimes she wished she dressed up a little more, though. If the other girls were like Haley, then Hazel would end up feeling more like the outsider than she already did.
A last look in the mirror showed that she nearly forgot her necklace after taking it off to change. It was something she wore almost everyday, a wooden pendant of a tree with four roots reaching down. The hemp cord had six turquoise beads on either side of it. It was a gift her parents had given her before going off to college. It was definitely a security blanket, so to speak. She picked it up and walked back out into the hallway. Frustratingly, while trying to balance the boots she was bringing downstairs and put the necklace on, her hair got caught in the clasp. Muttering a curse, Hazel set the boots down and set about trying to free her hair.