She was all out of buttons. Digging through her sewing kit, Mirielle grumbled under her breath, her temper rising as she couldn't find any buttons. She was quite sure she'd replenished that particular compartment, but apparently not.
Giving a sigh of frustration, Mirielled slumped in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting slightly as she glared at the unfinished blouse lying on her table. It was nearly complete save for the buttons. "Stupid buttons," she muttered under her breath.
Then an idea entered her head and she jumped up, rushing out her room door and through the maze of hallways until she stood outside the art classroom. It should have buttons, shouldn't it? It was art after all.
Entering the classroom, Mirielle started her search, methodically opening and closing drawers and cupboards, staying away from the ones she already knew wouldn't contain buttons. She had to find them. She just had to.
