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DaniDiNardo · 01-09-2018, 02:49 AM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Lynley finished up her little chat with the friend of her brother's that she had run into and siiiiighed as she looked down at Wyatt. "Okay...Mummy is done talking...WHAT is so important that you couldn't wait, dear?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. She was about to head out completely when she remembered -

"Wait- WYATT where IS BECCA?" she asked, letting go of his hand to suddenly look in EVERY direction for the small girl. She was responsible for her! What would she tell Becca's poor mother?! WAS THIS WHAT WYATT WANTED?! Lynley's soul was delving into GUILT...painful, painful GUILT as she said the girl's name LOUDLY...but not so loudly as to cause a scene.

Herheartwasgoingamillionmilesaminuteandshecouldn't stopitandshemighthaveaheartattacksoonbecauseWHEREW ASBECCA???!?!?!!?!?!!?

Wyatt wiggled his little body impatiently. Becca had been gone for a while and his Mommy was STILL talking to this person and taking foreeeeevvvveerrr.

He wrinkled his nose, he made faces, he held his breath til his head started feeling funny but absolutely nothing seemed to catch her attention until they were finally done talking. Boy, grownups talked A LOT. Wyatt pulled another face at his mother because she wasn't listening! And if she was listening that girl wouldn't have stolen her friend!

But he wanted his friend back, so he had to say where she went.

"Becca and that girl went down that way." He said, pointing simply. "Down the place you said me and Becca shouldn't go but she went anyway--she's in trouble, right Mommy? She won't get any ice-cream, just me, because I'm a good boy and I didn't go down there, right Mommy?--I told her not to, but she wanted to go play and wouldn't listen and you wouldn't listen."

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz Lynley finished up her little chat with the friend of her brother's that she had run into and siiiiighed as she looked down at Wyatt. "Okay...Mummy is done talking...WHAT is so important that you couldn't wait, dear?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. She was about to head out completely when she remembered - "Wait- WYATT where IS BECCA?" she asked, letting go of his hand to suddenly look in EVERY direction for the small girl. She was responsible for her! What would she tell Becca's poor mother?! WAS THIS WHAT WYATT WANTED?! Lynley's soul was delving into GUILT...painful, painful GUILT as she said the girl's name LOUDLY...but not so loudly as to cause a scene. Herheartwasgoingamillionmilesaminuteandshecouldn't stopitandshemighthaveaheartattacksoonbecauseWHEREW ASBECCA???!?!?!!?!?!!? Wyatt wiggled his little body impatiently. Becca had been gone for a while and his Mommy was STILL talking to this person and taking foreeeeevvvveerrr. He wrinkled his nose, he made faces, he held his breath til his head started feeling funny but absolutely nothing seemed to catch her attention until they were finally done talking. Boy, grownups talked A LOT. Wyatt pulled another face at his mother because she wasn't listening! And if she was listening that girl wouldn't have stolen her friend! But he wanted his friend back, so he had to say where she went. "Becca and that girl went down that way." He said, pointing simply. "Down the place you said me and Becca shouldn't go but she went anyway--she's in trouble, right Mommy? She won't get any ice-cream, just me, because I'm a good boy and I didn't go down there, right Mommy?--I told her not to, but she wanted to go play and wouldn't listen and you wouldn't listen." __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.