Bad Luck: Clothes Don't Eat Cereal... [OPEN]

[Echo Waverly]

Echo gave her dresser a final swipe before running her hand experimentally over it, testing it for anymore dust. No, it seemed all right. She gave a nod, dropped the dust rag into its appropriate hamper, and began the task of placing everything in its exact right spot. Of course, this wasn't too hard, because she had marked where everything had been with stickers when she was taking them off. So now all she had to do was take the stickers off as she replaced the items.

Someone had asked her once why she didn't just leave the stickers on for the future times she would wipe the dresser. She'd been appalled by such a question, because it had such an obvious answer:Stickers didn't belong stuck on dressers. Duh.

She finished placing the items (a jewelry box, picture of her family, lamp, and alarm clock) then took a step back to examine it. Adjusted the clock a little more, so she could see it better from her bed, then turned her attention to the neatly folded clothes in the clean clothes hamper just inside her bedroom door. Now that her room was perfect, it was worthy of the clean clothes.

Just as she was about to walk over to the hamper, she heard the knob of her door give the "someone is about to come in" jostle. She paused, waiting for whoever it was to present themselves so she could tell them to get out of her room, before she dealt with her clean clothes. She picked up her notebook, which was already open to a prewritten "Go away, please", and prepared to "tell" it to the person coming in.

However, the door didn't open, the knob just jostled more as the person tried to get in, and Echo sighed-- the door liked to stick sometimes. Doors weren't supposed to stick. She walked over and gave a hard tug to unstick it... and the visitor presented themselves abruptly. By way of tripping into her room (probably fault of the door opening so suddenly), and promptly falling forward.

Typically, this wouldn't have been worrying-- people tripped all the time. Gravity liked to mess with people. But what was worrying was the fact this person had a bowl of cereal and milk.

Or rather, this person'd had a bowl of cereal. Now... Echo's clean clothes had a bowl of cereal.