(Meghan)
Meghan rose up from the bed and went straight into the bathroom. She spent a good twenty minutes getting done with her morning routine before she eventually came out. After having slept in the same clothes she had worn yesterday, Meghan felt particularly unclean. She didn't have any of her essentials with her. They were all zipped up inside the backpack she had left in the car.
'It's only natural…' she thought to herself, 'when you're being attacked your first instinct isn't to save your toothbrush.'
She hoped that the annoying brats had moved away from the car so that she could at least sneak out there and grab her things. Meghan stood in front of the mirror and patted down her bedhead before making her way out of the room.
