It was a secretary's desk with a stack of paperwork on it. At first glance, there didn't seem to be any name on the desk, which was pretty weird.
"Whose desk is this?" you wondered to yourself, putting your phone away for a bit.
Honestly, your mind kind wandered on the desk a bit, which was pretty strange as this hardly interested you in the slightest. Still....there was the fact that you didn't really have anything else to do at the moment. Who knows when your mom would return. Probably not for hours. What was the harm in doing something in that case? Apparently that was enough for you.
Smiling a bit, you walked around and sat in the chair, enjoying the flexibility of it. You kind of swung in it a bit, smiling at the sensation. You could get used to something like this. Still, as you settled in, there was the stack of paperwork in your way. Curiously, you grabbed a sheet to see if you could make any sense of it all.
"Boy...this doesn't make much sense," you mumbled.
Still, even though you couldn't understand it, you found yourself curious none the less. Perhaps you could have some fun with this. If this was no one's desk, then who could stop you anyway. With a smirk, you began taking the paperwork, seeing that many needed signatures or something. You immediately began writing your own name, though it was far from neat. It contrasted heavily with the print of the paper.
"Whatever," you sighed as you leaned back, taking it in stride.
You continued to look over the paperwork, which went over stuff from recommendations to appointments to many other things. It was all very business-like. Funny enough though, by the time you had signed well over a dozen papers, it was like even your signature was better. Your cursive had never looked so good.
"Huh, neat. Maybe mom will stop complaining about my handwriting," you laughed a bit before you moved that letter to the completed pile.
Still, as you looked over the desk, there happened to be....