A search

Tilly quickly exited Carly’s room, now certain Carly had disappeared to somewhere else in the house to look for her.

The first place Tilly tried was the bathroom, but found no towels, not even a floor mat. She quickly moved her search along to the sheets closet, where again she found not a single scrap of cover. She was starting to get hopeless, when she suddenly remembered there were sheets of her own on the bed. “Aha!” Tilly thought as she turned towards her room’s door. “It’s definitely not real clothes, but it will do!” She said excitedly. Tilly quickly paced to her door, and tried to open it. The knob wouldn’t budge, indicating the door was now locked.

“Oh...oh no...” Tilly said to herself, as she quickly turned around. “Carly must have locked the door after she saw I wasn’t there!” She started towards the art room door, but found it locked as well. “Seriously?” She said with a frown. Tilly looked all over the upstairs floor, in a last attempt to find something to wear. Minutes later, she leaned defeatedly against her bedroom door. She glanced down at the small book clutched between her legs, and groaned.

“Is there seriously nothing to wear? Anything at all?”