Ode
Joy Chevalier. You can call me Joy, Jo, or Chev. 15 and a freshman in Thompson High. aspiring actress and painter. a fighter. I play the piano as well. forensics is interesting. {this is an RP blog}
Ode
Can I change my clothes now?
I guess so.
*leaves attic*
How barbaric of the Queen. Oh! Say ‘cheese’ Charlotte! *shoots Charlotte with the water gun*
It’s mine now! *jumps on someone’s back, start shooting*
*hits Carson with pillow*
Go!
You missed, my dear Queen!
*swings pillow around*
*hits Ash with pillow on the stomach*
Half/Naked people everywhere.
Barbaric.
Twenty Second of June, Twenty Twelve. Period.
When I can get out of this house? It’s boring.
I can’t do anything that I want to do with the cameras all around the house.
Twenty First of June, Twenty Twelve. I wonder what my Matryoshka are doing right now. Probably sitting.
what.
After a long day of doing nothing exciting in particular, Joy went to the kitchen. There, she picked up a glass and filled it with refreshing cold water. She took a sip and was about to take a seat on the bar stool when she heard something from within the kitchen cabinets. After placing her tall glass of water, she went towards the lower cabinets. She opened the one closest to her, and there was Lucas the koala, sitting inside said cabinet.
“What are you doing here?” Joy asked, picking up the koala. “I don’t know any other animals that are as lazy as your kind. Really, you should at least get some exercise. You know what?” She looked at the koala right in the eyes. “We should do that now.”
Joy placed Lucas on one side of the kitchen, while she squatted on the other side. “C’mon. Walk. Come to me.” She said.
The koala sat there, eyes closing,
“C’mon.”
Silence.
After a few minutes of silence and the koala not walking, Joy gave up. “Fine,” she stood up, crossing her arms. “Be that way. Sit there, do nothing. I don’t care. I’m not taking you to your crib.” And with that, she left the kitchen, leaving Lucas on the floor.
