"I'll go get them,"
William announced. She lifted open the floor door, and leaped down to the floor. She marched down the corridor to her old bedroom, and opened her 'journal drawer', and grabbed a handful of notebooks.
Suddenly, she dropped them all, and starred at one in particular. She knew they were going to trigger memories, but not ones this deep...
"I'm sorry, your not permitted to enter."
"What? I'm in great shape! You're about to get what's coming to ya, mate!"
William shouted.
"Don't worry, we'll send you money so you may enter, soon!"
Her Father shouted.
"NOOOO--"
William shook her head, and pushed away the memory.
"Too many painful memories."
She picked the notebooks back up. I should probably head back up... She thought, walking out of the room.
"Hmmm"
She murmured, now realizing it was going to be hard to get the notebooks up without any free hands. Willie lifted up the floor door, and tossed the books in blindly, hoping she wouldn't hit Viola.