Challenge 01
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Calum mumbled to himself as he tore his room apart looking for his pick. He quite literally couldn’t live without it, it was his lucky pick and he was superstitious when it came to things like that. Determined to find it, he made his way in Camila’s room. Once inside he would glance around, surveying the place and letting his mind mull over the place that she might have put it. He picked up the lid off of her jewelry box to peer inside but nothing. Then he opened a couple of the drawers and when everything was neatly put in place he would close them again. Bending down he would take a look under the bed just for good measure, and before getting up, he would life the mattress to peer underneath. Nothing. That was when it hit him.
Walking into the bathroom he would pull open the cabinet under the sink, cringing as he looked inside. Reluctantly he grabbed the box of tampons and emptied it, the pick falling out along with the sanitary items. “Ha! Should have known.” Picking it up he would put it in his pocket, where he was determined to keep it at all times.
