Ginny
After an enlightening chat with Clayton, I headed up the stairs to Clementine’s room. I didn’t have to knock to know she was in there because I could hear her angrily cursing her father’s name while slamming things around. I knocked once, but she was in the middle of a long winded rant so I knocked again, but louder.
“Who is it?” She shrieked.
“Ginny,” I answered.
“Oh,” she said more calmly. “Come in.”
I opened the door and gasped. She had completely destroyed the inside of the room. Everything was ripped down, sheets and pillows off the bed, the closet door wide open and things were just thrown everywhere. It was reminiscent of my room from home honestly but knowing how much a neat freak Clementine was showed how much damage she had done.
“Redecorating?” I asked and looked
