Character Study (I)

*THWACK* And she's down. Again. She has just tripped over yet another miscellaneous item that lay on the floor of her room. If you can call it that. There isn't so much "room" as surface area now unrecognizable due to random this, that, and the other covering every inch of spare space. She's always referred to as the "responsible" one, with everything figured out. Perfectly composed in the midst of any situation. Even a spontaneous journey like the one she is about to set off on. Looking around from her new (and admittedly pathetic) vantage point she can finally see the other shoe she was looking for wedged underneath her bed. And there is her brand new shirt she planned on bringing for a special occasion...right under her dog who smells decidedly less than pleasant. Perfect. If only all her friends could see her now, sprawled out on the ground in her vat of perfectly disorganized chaos. Maybe they might finally notice a chink in her feigned shining armor. Every other time it is always "Ree, you're so on top of things. I wish I could be that put together!" Ha! Sure you do. She wipes sweat from her brow as she picks herself  up off the floor. At least she thinks it's a floor. Her mother claims to have not seen anything resembling a floor in decades. Good one Mom but she's seventeen and therefore hasn't been around for decades. Joke's on you! A glance at the clock takes her straight out of her reverie. Twenty minutes to finish packing and not even half way done? Yeah, that sounds about right.