#125 (Item) Clipboard
Her head was tilted downward towards the clipboard in her hands.
She looked way to focus on what she was planning.
You bite your lip as you thought of trying to take her away from all this craziness of the moment. To get her alone. Away from the stress.
"I wouldn't if I were you." A light firm voice spoke in her right ear.
Turning you met the steady gaze in her sister's eyes. "Polly."
"Veronica." She replied back.
"She needs a break." You sighed deeply.
"I agree." Polly nodded. She sighed. "But I know my baby sister. She won't be good company if you force her away right now." Her head turned to look across the gym. "Betty feels that she needs to finish this as soon as possible. The more she does today the less she has too do tomorrow."
"Other people are here." You sigh as you turn to look at Betty with arms across your chest. "She doesn't have to do this all on her own."
"Try telling her that." Polly jetted her chin out towards her baby sister. "Just try telling her that." A worried frown winkled her brows.
You walk across the gym to where the tall blonde was standing with the clipboard firmly grasped in her hand. Placing your right hand at the top of the clipboard you try to move it.
Only ...
Her hand is like cement. The clipboard wasn't moving; her hand wasn't moving.
"B." You sigh deeply.
She doesn't answer. Her eyes still firmly glued to the list on the clipboard.