 A Poop * k8 *
Well...okay. "My mum isn't mean...but I'll stay. I don't even know how to get back on my own..." She would get lost on this scary street and then be in deep poop. "What...what can we play?" she asked, looking around the dark and dank shop. It was....freaky. And Becca didn't LIKE the weird things on the wall...and she was staying close to Noah as best she could.
"Do you live here?" she asked in a SHOCKED voice.
For hours? Becca touched the ballerina. "It's pretty, even if it's broken. And dusty," she said softly. "Can I hold it? I just don't wanna go to sleep for hours. That's foreeeeeeever..." she said. "We could play hide and go seek, you know. This place is perfect for it!" Lots of hiddey holes...and...scariness.
And who was Korpsit?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |