Annie giggled as she ran up the stairs to her attic bedroom, the flat package that had just arrived tucked under her arm. Unable to contain her excitement, he closed the door behind her, and tossed the box onto her bed, before running to her closet and pulling out a tall helium tank. She was able to acquire this prized possession from her party shop job. The pay was crap and her boss was an ass, but she didn't care. She was able to be surrounded by the one thing she loved most: Balloons.
