<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libitina Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>Location</strong>Room 202<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>None.<br/><strong> Misc Information </strong>Pissed off!<br/><br/>As soon as Libby was safely back in her own room she flopped on the bed, grabbing the pillow she screamed into it. How, how had her plan gone so utterly wrong, men usually fell over themselves gave her whatever she wished. Sliding her feet to the side she sat up. Maybe he was just playing hard to get, or just maybe she should have been actually<em>Nice</em>a shudder ran through the annoyed girl. Naa being miss goody goody was so not her style and yet she actually felt this bizarre feeling inside like she was gonna barf. Libby frowned was this GUILT?!  She stood immediately and headed back to the door. Reaching out she went to open it and stopped. Turning she paced back and forward between the door and the window.<br/><br/>What should she do? Go back? Appologise?! Say please!!!! "No No No!" She almost yelled. She ran her fingers through her already messy locks, and froze as a stranger looked back at her from the mirror. Libby stepped forward to gaze at her reflection. What the?! Her eyes were bright as if she was about to cry, her cheeks were still rosy from the kiss and from her anger. Her breaths were still ragged and unchecked. Well damb the woman looked almost like a model in some sort of bedroom shot. Libby growled lashing out at the mirror she punched it. Shattering the glass within and cutting her hand. Ignoring that fact she decided she should take her frustration by not destroying her belongings. Quickly changing into a pair of red running trousers, a purple top and black trainers. Libby grabbed her iPod and headed out for a run.<br/><br/>≤≤ Continued in the garden ≥≥